Light Travel Reading

7th July 2003

My girlfriend is looking for a book about marriage, and we find it in the bookstore’s relationship section. It’s nestled amongst several other titles that make us uncomfortable to be seen browsing:

Me: I Hate You, Don’t Leave Me!

L: The Stop Walking on Eggshells Workbook: Practical Strategies for Living With Someone Who Has Borderline Personality Disorder.

Me: How awesome would it be to buy Why Men Don’t Listen for the plane ride, and then just bust it out after we’ve buckled up?

L: That’s perfect. He looks over and you’re reading The Angry Heart and, like, wiping a single tear from your cheek.

Me: It’s almost worth the twenty bucks just to see the look on his face.

Later, in a Barnes and Noble in Delaware, I hone in on the perfect shock-inducing travel reading in the wedding section, There Goes the Bride: Making up your mind, calling it off, and moving on. I find this endlessly amusing. Bryan does not concur.