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Mood: Embarrased ]
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Currently: Listening to CBC Radio One ]
The husband unit (a fellow geek and seaQuest fan) was looking for something to read recently. I, full-time teacher and part-time librarian, went through the shelves and pulled out a myriad of genre stuff. Because for a man who calls himself a geek, he hasn’t read much in the way of what I call the good stuff.
One of the ones I handed him was Dragonflight by Anne McCaffrey. He loved it. And I got so into to talking with him about it that I picked it up as soon as he fnished reading it. And tore through it.
He is now on Dragonquest – the second book of the series. I find myself, looking over his shoulder asking when he will be done. I am trying to figure out a way to get ahead of him on the series, without skipping the book. I will take the book when he is sleeping or watching TV and read a few chapters. I will have extra long potty breaks. I have even rejoiced in his illness to get more time to read it.
And I feel guilty about this. I want to discuss the book with him, and see what he thinks about F’Lar, Lessa, Robington, et al. but I can’t get over my impatience in waiting for the book.
There ought to be a support group.