“… the books that you read / were all I loved you for.”

Okay, we promised ourselves we wouldn’t comment or link to this thing, only because it’s already been passed around so much that, metaphorically speaking, it’s about a milimeter long and soaking wet. But after reading so many posts about people breaking up with other people because of a mismatched taste in books, we couldn’t help but notice a distinct lack of references to the Sundays, and we couldn’t let that stand.

Now that we’ve ruined our chances of being cool, forever, we might as well admit that, no, we’ve never broken up with someone who liked books that we didn’t. Frankly, it never came up because we’ve never wound up dating any ladies who like books. While we often imagined what it would be like to meet the bluestocking of our wildest dreams, we instead spent our youths in uncomfortable relationships with magazine readers.