I must admit that when going to someone’s house for the first time, I love to check out what books are on the shelves. It’s a good way to find commonalities and topics of conversation. It’s like a secret peek into someone’s values.
When I look at one of our Walls o’ Books, I know that I married the right man — a fellow bibliophile. Anyone who judges me on the books that I have will think I’m very, very smart. Truth is, most of the consequential ones are Rob’s. He was the English major.
But I have my own impressive stash, too. Ours are completely commingled after so many years of marriage. We are such reading geeks that when we DO get away together for a weekend, we luxuriate not only in each other, but in a stack of reading material that is much too big to ever get through.