Have you ever started to dig someone, only to discover the only reading material in their house is Maxim, or worse yet, Stephen King? You slowly find that you're no longer picturing them as the father of your future hypothetical children. There go the fantasy nights of lying in bed as he reads you the Fruit poems from D.H. Lawrence's Birds, Beasts and Flowers as foreplay...This amusing article in yesterday's Times "It's Not You, It's Your Books" explores whether incompatibility in literature means incapability- period. I ask you, does book snobbery have a place in weeding out a potential mate? My verdict? Yes, yes it does.
Dear former potential boyfriend,
When I told you I was too busy to get involved right now, what I meant was I could never drop my drawers while your John Grisham collection eyed me from the shelf near the bed. I'm sure you'll be very happy with your new girlfriend, who you'll meet near the Nora Roberts books at Borders. Take care!
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