It all started with a shot of tequila. And a
conversation about Japanese authors.
A few weeks later, a phone call. I excitedly told my roommate,“He’s Catholic and a vegetarian!”
After the second date, a trip to Half Price Books to
find a copy of the Margaret Atwood book he mentioned.
In November, a 16 hour date that began with the
Texas Book Festival and ended with the first kiss.
A conversation while walking through the Zilker Park
Christmas lights display:
Me: “What are you doing for New Year’s?”
Him: “What are you doing for 4th of July?”
After getting engaged, we decided we would each
compile a list of books for the other to read. So between dress fittings and
cake tastings, we made our way through the stacks. Thomas Merton and Neil Gaiman. Barbara
Kingsolver. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle
Maintenance. JD Salinger. Voluntary
Simplicity. A notebook of short stories from a creative writing class at
Baylor. Sandra Cisneros.
Sixteen years later, although the shots of tequila
are rare, books have remained a constant. Whether it was written by Malcolm Gladwell, Haruki Murakami, Maria Doria Russell, George R. R. Martin, or David Mitchell, we still manage to find
books to share. And love.
