Minneapolis most literate: Readers of the purple prose?
I love to read in any season -- snug as a bug in a rug before the fireplace in our family room, or slacking off in the hammock out back on a sunny summer eve. In either place the ambiance is enhanced by our Golden Retriever Penny laying at or under my feet. A guilty pleasure of mine is to stoop occasionally to reading pulp fiction. For example, if the mood for adventure strikes, I may dip into a great collection of classic (an oxymoron?) western escapism by author Zane Grey, which I inherited from my wife's grandfather. It includes "Riders of the Purple Sage" -- his best known novel.
However, the book I'd put head and shoulders (plus a 10-gallon cowboy hat) above the purple prose of Grey is Owen Wister's ground-breaking novel The Virginian available in hypertext from The American Studies Programs at The University of Virginia. I love the title of Chapter 2: "When you call me that, Smile!" To set the mood for reading, here's a photo I took yesterday in the Saguaro National Park outside Tucson, Arizona after flying down yesterday to escape the snow and cold and overdose of Christmas back home in Minnesota.