In which we snoop through bookshelves
My friend Kristen sent this link to a fascinating blog entry about books. The author maintains that you can judge--if not a book by its cover, then a man by his books. I suspect this is entirely true. I am always darting surreptitious glances at people's bookshelves and assessing their character accordingly. And like one of the commenters on her blog, I also find that I identify with readers in a way that I simply never do with non-readers. With non-readers, it's like one of you is American and the other French, and you're trying to communicate by speaking Swedish. Something is always lost in the translation. (I once had a doctor proudly tell me he NEVER read anything. It was only after I left his office that I wondered if that included medical journals. I was darkly suspicious of him from that moment on, and he did end up being one of the worst doctors I've ever had. Coincidence? I wonder...)
