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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RIFers! Do you yell at your books? Cry over them? Throw them across the room? We want to hear all about it. Tell us in a comment!