You go to the post bix every day for a week hoping that the book you’ve ordered – Magnificent Obsession by Helen Rappaport –
has arrived. Finally it does, you bring it home, upwrap it, and leave it on the kitchen table to savour later.
When you come back, you find your husband – who normally describes anything you like to read as ‘rubbish’ and ‘girly’ – already 30 pages in. He look up and, with the air of someone who’s afraid you’re about to insist on having his last Rolo, says, ‘You don’t mind if I read this before you, do you?’
I reckon a literate judge would agree that swiping someone’s new book prives ample grounds. On the other hand Waiting For Sunrise by William Boyd which the OH has been longng for arrived this afternoon. I finished reading Bill Slider at lunchtime…
I feel your justified wrath – it comes across in the little typos. 😀
Calm down, dear.
You’d get cross if he kept on looking up and saying, ‘This book’s really interesting, you know…’
I thought it would be, which is why I bought it.
Burn your husband’s dinner as revenge. 😉
I’m too greedy, I like to eat as well!
I told this story at dinner and my teenage daughters rebelled about it. They thought your husband was cheeky. 😉
Cut the last two pages out of WFS. 🙂
I don’t think I could bring myself to do that, even if I did read it first!
Definitely grounds for divorce. Swipe his William Boyd instead.
I’m reading it now…
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Claire 'Word by Word' said:
Make him write the review 🙂