shouting hallelujah
“Reading to each other” was a common activity in the 1800’s and early 1900’s, especially among couples. But it’s rare enough today to be worthy of documentation.
John and I are diehard readers-aloud. Currently, it’s Two Towers before bed. We used to read to each other often over the phone when we were long distance in college (neither of us are big phone people), but we moved more toward car-reading after marriage.
Lately, though, Pip has been making reading Insurgent aloud in the car pretty tough with my newfound carsickness. Punk baby.
Someday soon, though, we’ll be reading aloud to him.
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![[This is a quick gush on one of the reasons I love my husband so much. Please skip if you find such things aggravating.]
When I was about 13, I was talking to a friend about how I and another friend could spend all afternoon reading together and that was fun for us. She suggested that quirks like that might be why a certain boy didn’t think of me romantically. I remember being pretty disappointed. But, I love to read! How could a boy I like not share that love?
So, I grew up a little and at 16 met this other boy, the one I eventually married. And imagine my delight when, on a recent night after I’d gone to bed, he emailed me:
I have a weird party idea: a reading & tea party!People bring books to read (or grab them from our shelf) and we start with tea in the garden, and then have reading (and whiskey?) in the house. People can choose which they want to do.?
Pretty dreamy, huh?](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lquhbd2E7F1qz54p6o1_250.jpg)
[This is a quick gush on one of the reasons I love my husband so much. Please skip if you find such things aggravating.]
When I was about 13, I was talking to a friend about how I and another friend could spend all afternoon reading together and that was fun for us. She suggested that quirks like that might be why a certain boy didn’t think of me romantically. I remember being pretty disappointed. But, I love to read! How could a boy I like not share that love?
So, I grew up a little and at 16 met this other boy, the one I eventually married. And imagine my delight when, on a recent night after I’d gone to bed, he emailed me:
I have a weird party idea: a reading & tea party!
People bring books to read (or grab them from our shelf) and we start with tea in the garden, and then have reading (and whiskey?) in the house. People can choose which they want to do.
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Pretty dreamy, huh?
