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Originally Posted by Cloud
I was in a restaurant, sitting by myself, reading (something I probably do far too often), when the very young waitress approached me. Eyeing my book, The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett, she gushed, "Oh, you're reading!" (Like that's an entirely unusual occurrence to her.) "Wow, I'd never think of reading a book that big!"
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Got one like that too... a bit more closer to home though...
Christmas diner with family, and for the first time, my brother's girlfriend...
At one time, she turns to me and let it drop : "You know, your brother is intelligent. He reads."
What can you say in front of that ?
Even 4 years after that dinner, my brother's library still numbers less than 200 books. My own, at that time ? I don't know. What I know is its weight since I had moved to a new location a short time before : somewhere around 4800 lbs among which there were 4 Bibles, 1 Kama-Sutra, the Story of O, the whole works of Rabelais, Voltaire, correspondency from Chirchill during WWII, books ranging from Asimov to Zimmer-Bradley with everything in the middle : McCaffrey, Lackey, Zelazny, Jean Auel, Marquis de Sade, Puig, Tolstoļ... in English, French and Spanish... books on computers, architecture (building and naval), poetry, strategy, role playing games....
Since she's now my nephew's mother, she's here to stay... Alas...