I'd love a cozy reading corner all to myself. That way, when I'm yelling at my books, I won't wake up my long-suffering spouse.
I once yelled “no, no, you idiot, not in there!” I think my best one was “you stupid schmuck, why are you even still alive?!”
I also threw a book across the room. It hit the wall and then hit my husband on the head. It was midnight, he had to be up for work at 4:00 a.m. He just rolled over and stuck a pillow over his face.
My husband is incredibly patient. I am a very lucky woman. I get extremely into my books. That’s why I yell at them.
He caught me crying once (a la Rachel and Monica from the Friends episode when Rachel leaves). I was reading The Light Between Oceans and was near the end.
I can’t even type out what I said to him when he asked me what was wrong because it came out in this huge, long, snot-filled sentence.
Right now, I’m checking out some recommendations on Read It Forward Facebook.
Did you hear that noise? It was my poor husband groaning because I said, “hmm, that sounds like a really good book!”
I just spent far too much on new books . . . oh, wait, is there such a thing?
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About the Author
CARLA C. has been reading since she was 6 years old. Her grade 6 teacher introduced her to LLoyd Alexander and that's when her love of reading really took off. She's a lover of history and historical fiction. She lives in a small town with a very patient spouse who often endures late night outbursts and the occasional book in the head.