Since there’s less than two hours left of Valentine’s Day here on the east coast, I thought maybe I should let you all in on my personal life a little bit.
You all know I love books, absolutely love them, but I also love a boy. For about 2 and a half years he’s put up with my annoying habits. I appreciate that quite a bit.
Thank you for your strong book-carrying arms. I’ve benefited from many library book sales because of you!
Also, thank you for putting my bookcases together. My books are not homeless because of you.
I love that you read legal thrillers before bed. Even though I make fun of you for reading John Grisham, at least you read which is more than I can say for other boys I’ve dated. Yay for being literate.
I love that you love Redwall and know what Eulalalia means. Cuz the long patrol rocks socks.
Also, love that you love The Phantom Tollbooth, and that you engaged in reading it out loud for a brief period of time.
Thank you for liking terrible sports teams. I love knowing I can always win a sports bet against you.