If you’ve been a regular reader of the blog, then you’d know that my husband has been the best (and the worst) enabler any book addict could ever ask for. You should also know by now, that he makes a periodical appearance on my reviews (without his knowledge, of course). So today, I thought I should finally put a face on this wonderful man.
A little background.
My husband and I have been married for 13 years (been together for 20). He does not share my passion for reading, so more often, he does his thing (NFL, sports) and I do mine. This man has the patience of a saint. He is a very understanding person who gives in to my whiles with just a simple, “please”. But I can never get him to read my reviews. The last time I ask him to proofread my blog post, his answer was – in a whiney, 7-year-old voice – “but it’s too long!” Needless to say, I don’t ask him anymore.
I do know for a fact that he is an email subscriber of my blog, because, A: I made him, and B: he asked me one day if I ever sleep at all (the concept of scheduled blog posts escapes him). He is a man of a few words, so I couldn’t get him to eruditate any further than he did. 🙂
- How do you really feel about my trips to the bookstore?
It’s your passion. I’m not going to be the schmuck that gets in the way of that.
2. Do you ever worry that our house is now more prone to fire because of the books scattered everywhere?
No. Not fire, per se. Just our floor collapsing…You buried in the rubble of concrete and books. How do we explain that to the insurance company?
3. What is your greatest worry about my addiction?
Mostly that you’ll kick us out of the house because you’re in need of space. I think we’re getting closer to that, honey.
4. Do you ever think that I need therapy or an intervention?
No. But if you ask me to build you some bookshelves again, I just might.
5. What annoys you the most about my vice?
Those earphones. You’re turning into our teen daughter whom we have to scream at to get her attention. I rue the day you discovered audiobooks.
6. When was the last time you’ve ever come close to losing your sh*t over my addiction?
Maybe that one weekend when the bookstore didn’t have a copy of the book you’re looking for, so I had to drive you everywhere in the city in search of this magical book. We went to two!
…Or that time when you flew to Vancouver and back because you wanted to get your books signed. Thank God for air miles.
…Or maybe all those weekends when you’d fake sickness so you don’t have to socialize even though I knew you just wanted the house for yourself so you can read. I was sick!
Or those times you have to forgo trips to the cabin because of blog tours (whatever that means). Yeah. About that…
Or those days when you’d call in sick because you didn’t sleep much the night before because you spent the night reading. I was tired, okay?! Sue me.
Come to think of it, these things happen almost on a regular basis. Whatever.
7. Do you have an advice for your spouses out there living with an addict like me?
Yes. Do what she says and no one gets hurt.
8. *Glares* No. Seriously. Give them a helpful advice!
Kiss your wallets goodbye?
I’m about to hit you.