Our Evening pleasure

Reading loud to my husband is my latest evening pleasure. We decided to break free from the TV dictatorship and do something that makes an evening last longer. Of course, I read it in German. The translation seems to be very good and preserves the irony which is very hard to do in German. Our language is well able to express it, but there is a feature about my home country's mentality that makes it difficult to practise the English sense of humor. I wonder if this is all that popular in America.
In my parents' Baltic home, there was something similar to English humor. It was a sophisticated game to perform debates (possibly similar to Jewish tradition) in which attacks had to be carried out in a way that was to hit but not to hurt, the rule was to remain fair and polite, and retaliation had to be similar, possibly even the better joke; and showing that you are offended meant that you lost the match.
Okay. Back to literature. We saw the movie and were very sorry that it will not be continued. I heard that there was protest from the Catholic church and boycott; we are eager to find out the reason.
I rarely read novels. But this one really got me, and I can't wait to read the next chapter to my cheering audience.