Do you have a funny little tradition with your significant
other?
Andrew will sometimes bring home library books for me
unexpectedly. When we first started living together, he began going to the
library during the day. He’ll pick one out for himself and then find one he thinks I
might like – usually with some antiquated looking cover and involving a romance
or some kind of traveling. (We totally judge a book by its cover – don’t you?). His latest pick is Ken Burn's Dust Bowl book (I'm fascinated by that time period and Dorothea Lange), his last pick The Postmistress turned out be a riveting novel, and the one before that is now one of my all-time favorite stories.
But he will laugh at this post because sometimes when he brings a book home I go into a fit of "I-don't-have-time-to-read-this!" and try to ignore the book that sits oozing with guilt on my nightstand. It seriously stresses me out. Books have feelings, don't they? But I love seeing what he’ll bring home. It’s always nice enjoying something that someone picked out especially for you. Even if it's as simple as a library book.
*Photos from Moonrise Kingdom. :)
