A dated but wise article from Claudia Rosett on the pleasures of reading aloud:
One of the best memories I have is of a freezing afternoon in Chicago, years ago, when my family, home for the holidays, ransacked the bookshelves to read aloud the stories, poems or passages we found most beautiful and my father choked up while trying to read the closing lines of "Charlotte's Web," by E.B. White. It is the story of a spider who saves a pig; more than that, it is a tale of mortality and abiding love: "It is not often someone comes along who is a true friend" was part of what he read aloud. It was the first time I had seen my father cry.