On two separate occasions this last weekend, I had to defend my activity. The first when it came to material, the latter on my method of procurement.
Now don’t misunderstand. I wasn’t reading light and fluffy fare that I’d be embarrassed to be caught seen reading outside the comfort of my own home. (There have been plenty of moments where that may or may not have been the case.)
There I was, sitting on the bus, chatting it up with two cute BU law students (because all BU law students are cute, right Whit?). Our conversation lulled, so I pulled out the copy of The Count of Monte Cristo I've been wading my way through (and procrastinating at times). Holy buckets. You should have seen the looks and heard the questions I fielded after that one. Yes, the book is long. No, it's not an assignment. Lemme check... it's 1124 pages. Yes, the type is small. This was the second nerdiest I've felt in my whole life... only because this happened a few days earlier.)
Then, not a day later, an eyebrow was raised when it was discovered my book was checked out from the public library. My casual response? "THIS IS WHAT MAKES ME CHARMING." Just like that. In all caps.
You are all aware of the fact I watch quite a bit of TV. But you may not know I also plow through books with reckless abandon and my roommate can attest to the time I spend lounging about reading. It's something in which I delight. And the library is an amazing, amazing place.
How happy I was this morning to see Jared buzzed this great great image:
So. What's the longest book you've ever read for the sheer pleasure of entertainment? Do you have books you'd rather people didn't know you read? And wouldn't you agree that frequenting a public library is charming?