Lately, Juan and I have adopted the nightly ritual of reading in bed. Laying elbow to elbow, enjoying our respective novels — it's such a pleasant way to end the day. There's a certain romance to reading in bed with your significant other (and it's like having your own exclusive book club!).
There's something special about sharing a book with someone you love. You witness their reaction to a particular moment that made you think of them while you were reading it — in this case, I was waiting for Juan to get to a reference Murakami makes to the World Cup that I knew he'd appreciate.
We end up discussing the plots, sharing our thoughts on the passages we're reading, and creating names for my book-induced aliments. My latest is "book arm soreness," the result of reading a 500+ page hardcover novel in bed until my arms hurt. Not the most creatively named, but accurate, nonetheless.
Then, Juan falls asleep. At first, I feel a small pang of guilt for leaving the light on while I read just one more chapter (it's never just one more). But, in the rare instances when my eyelids get heavy faster than his, I find there's something soothing about the sound of the pages between his fingers as I drift off.
What book is on your nightstand these days? I'd love any recommendations for what we should read next.