“have you finished that one yet?” my husband asked, gazing longingly at my copy of Uniform Justice.
“ummm, pretty soon,” i answered, refusing to commit myself. after all, i am reading five books simultaneously.
“well, i don’t have anything good to read right now,” he continued, sounding for all the world like a five year old deprived of a favorite toy.
i looked up with a smile. “try the library,” i suggested with as much sweetness as i could muster. “i hear they have worlds of good books there.”
my darling husband has only recently turned into a reader, and while he loves to read- in bed in the morning, then moving to the easy chair later in the morning, then onto the patio if weather permits…well, you can see what i mean – he isn’t quite as fond of gathering his own books. oh, occasionally he’ll make a list, and then place it prominently on top of my library tote bag. “since you’re going anyway, would you see if they have these for me?” he’ll ask.
personally, i find book harvesting almost as enjoyable as book reading. i love searching those penultimate bookstacks in the library or bookstore. goodness, the unforeseen treasures i’ve found whilst searching for something else! why wouldn’t anyone adore perusing all the reading possibilities out there for the taking?
“do you have anything else i might like?” he’s asking.
i suppose some people are just born to mooch.