Over the weekend Mr. CR was casting about for something to read, and because I can't help myself, I gave him 84, Charing Cross Road.
Not only did he finish it in short order, but he merrily went right along onto The Duchess of Bloomsbury Street and Letter from New York,* which I haven't had the heart to take back to the library yet. He pronounced all of them great, interesting, and, in an interesting descriptive turn, "soothing." And then he cemented my love for him forever:
"The way Helene said something in the Duchess book reminded me of you."**
As only a woman with a weakness for chick flicks and Jane Austen can melt, I melted, and told him that was the nicest thing he'd ever said to me. Ergo, I have decided to forgive him for all those times during our marriage when he has thought it hilarious to introduce me as his "current wife."
*For Mr. CR to read three nonfiction titles in a row is unprecedented, and yet more proof of Helene's supertalent.
**I'm guessing it was the part where Helene describes herself as a slob who dresses for comfort rather than for style.