(This post was written last summer–I’m now 36 and have been with my hubby for 18 years!) 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 bookstores, 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.
In Manchester, Vermont, we spent almost every night at The Northshire Bookstore. Ant was content to wander around, 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 Northshire 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?