Weekend Wonderings

I found this via Elizabeth and shared it with Anna and Clare. Anna nailed it when she said, ‘You know when a poem is good when you’re cranky that you didn’t write it yourself.’  That’s it, exactly.

Could it be more perfect for the AOW community? What are you wonderful folk reading this weekend?

Date a Girl Who Reads
by Rosemarie Urquico

 
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has
problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she
wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her

bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out
when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a
second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when
they are yellow.


from here


She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the
 author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. 
Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship.

Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound
intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, and for

anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton,
Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the
difference between books and reality but by God, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her
favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other

things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.



 Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read
understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin
again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.


Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like
characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her
chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she
will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while,
they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick.

Over Skype.

 

Via here. Le Sigh*


You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest

yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She
will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the
winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow
off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful

life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then
you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

Categories: Weekend Wonderings
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7 Comments

  1. Posted October 1, 2011 at 9:32 am | Permalink

    I just about nearly cried into my cereal because I love this so much. How did I not know of it before?! Thanks for sharing guys. x

  2. Posted October 1, 2011 at 10:48 am | Permalink

    Golly goshly….that's good.

  3. Posted October 1, 2011 at 12:35 pm | Permalink

    I love this. Especially the bit about Twilight. My copy of Furious Love: The Marriage of Elizabeth Taylor & Richard Burton has just arrived (thanks for the tip Maj!) and I have finished work for the day – I am off to the park to read in the October sun!

    Px

  4. Posted October 1, 2011 at 12:37 pm | Permalink

    I'm so glad I saved reading this until I had the time to truly read it. I think you know that I love it without me saying it, but I do love it. Off for a re read. Happy Weekend.

  5. Posted October 2, 2011 at 11:16 am | Permalink

    This poem is exactly what I needed this morning. Thank you, thank you, thank you x

  6. Posted October 2, 2011 at 11:35 am | Permalink

    Speechless…it is so beautiful!

    Confession is though…I like twilight *runs and hides in vampire love shame*
    xx

  7. Mahj
    Posted October 3, 2011 at 9:11 am | Permalink

    Haha, the Twilight part made me snigger!
    This is utterly beautiful and I cant believe I am only seeing it now.
    Penny – aarrgggh, I am tres jealous that you are starting on your Furious Love journey. You will love it. Trust.

    xoxo

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