Tuesday, August 2, 2011

For Hannah

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes."

4 comments:

  1. God, Robin…this is just so good! So revealing; so intimate. And so well written. I could never produce a piece like this—not because I couldn't write it, but because I couldn't conjure it up in the first place. My mind doesn't work like this—though I know and feel and agree with every line and detail. You just don't have a wrong word in here. It is just so enviously delightful.

    I read this when you first posted it the other day, and didn't comment straight away because I wanted to say something about it which, instead of merely gushing, reflected something, uh, profound, or at least worthwhile. But…well, I simply can't read it without being struck by the warmth and insight, and echo of longing therein, as well as the almost wry take of your viewpoint. It is all about the chance at the "world and worlds beyond," isn't it? The treasure behind the words.

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  2. Grizz... Boy, was I confused when I read your comment.

    I DID NOT write this. When I posted it, I included the author who I believe is Rosemarie Urquico, because the copy and paste didn't include it. For some reason, Blogger didn't take it and I didn't notice.

    It is a wonderful piece and I wish it were mine.

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  3. This is a wonderful piece of writing and sentiment.
    And especially timely in light of our battle with a mayor who wants to close libraries (in Toronto) and his brother (a city councillor) who almost proudly claims that he would close the library in his own neighbourhood "in a heartbeat" and who also almost proudly claims to not know anything about Margaret Atwood. The importance of reading cannot be understated. Nor should it be so undervalued as the Ford Brothers are determined to make it.

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