My husband and I have been together for 17 years this September–that’s 119 dog years–and I’m only (a freshly-minted) 35! Since the beginning, we’ve shared a love of reading, though he’s not quite as obsessed as I am.
While traveling this summer, we spent many evenings poking around book stores, and made a special trip to Hobart, NY–the book capital of the Adirondacks–where there are more bookstores than people, or so it seems.
Ant was content to wander around the bookstore while I snuggled in a leather club chair reading Janet Evanovich’s newest Stephanie Plum novel–I finished it on our third trip to the store! (I know that I squawked against the series a few posts ago but couldn’t resist!) It should be noted that we did spend a fair amount of money at the bookstore during our three visits, so I wasn’t a complete parasite.
So, if you’re attached, is your partner/spouse/significant other a reader? Do you wish he or she was?