Hey! Hey! Whatcha Reading?

In general I like to think I am not very nosey. Whenever traffic is screwed up due to an accident I become irate because people stop to look, not to help just to look. Common sense dictates either you stop to help if qualified or quickly and safely get out of the way so others can help or exit the area themselves. I rarely have conversations about money matters, especially annual income with my acquaintances. I refrain from asking about politics as much as possible and the only way to get me discussing religion is for you to initiate an open flexible dialogue about the topic so I can see it is an intellectual exercise not a conversion or condemnation. There is one thing I just can’t help myself with!
If you are reading a book or a tablet near me, even if I am just walking by, I will crane my neck to see what you are reading. I am a man possessed. I can only assume it feels similar to what the rubberneckers in traffic feel when gawking at an accident. I have an insatiable need to know what you are reading. This should only apply if something about it cues me to think it is my cuppa tea right? Nope. You could be blatantly reading a romance novel with Fabio on the cover (which to my knowledge I have never read one of), and I would still go out of my way to peek. The compulsion is unstoppable. I need to know what you have deemed worthy to put in your brain. What have you decided is worth your time to read. If you have qualified it as readable, I can't escape the thought it might be good for me too.
So if ever you are sitting reading and you see me walking by: I am not nosey, having a seizure as a bend my head at odd angles to sneak a peek, or some kind of perv checking you out. I am just wondering; whatcha reading?