from the NYT [h/t AYG's facebook feed]:

It’s Not You, It’s Your Books

Still, to some reading men, literary taste does matter. “I’ve broken up with girls saying, ‘She doesn’t read, we had nothing to talk about,’” said Christian Lorentzen, an editor at Harper’s. Lorentzen recalls giving one girlfriend Nabokov’s “Ada” — since it’s “funny and long and very heterosexual, even though I guess incest is at its core.” The relationship didn’t last, but now, he added, “I think it’s on her Friendster profile as her favorite book.”

I dated a woman once who went on and on over our initial dinners about how she was "studying world religions." When we finally got to the reading-in-bed stage, she pulled out a dog-eared, fat paperback copy of some kind of Penguin/Norton "Book of World Religions" and proceeded to read a page or two before intently staring out into space, seemingly listening to the ether for an answering sound before eagerly turning back to the next few pages.

You live in the city
You mind your own business
What you see you don't see
But some people they always see
They never mind their own business

You live in the city
You stay by yourself
You avoid their company
Still some people are prying you out
Just because you are rasta