Last year I made him, after much convincing, read Journey to the Center of the Earth. He loved it.
Today I made him start Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, which has been sitting around waiting to catch his attention for weeks. His review thus far? "Mom, this book makes Journey to the Center of the Earth look boring and dull. It's wonderful! I was only going to read 100 pages today, but I had to finish the underwater hunt."
If only I could convince him once, without cajoling, that his father and I actually can pick good books.