I saved this the first time I heard it – a fun piece by Rosemarie Urquico. Enjoy!
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 read 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 Twilight series.
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.
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I love it. Mesmerised… I read… I read a lot … And i wanna be loved by someone who wants to date a reader… Wohhhh… Where is that man…. Awesome awesome piece
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He’s out there, musing through he shelves of a bookstore. 🙂
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Hahaha wish so….. Though i am married… Giggles
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Oh dear… I’m trying to figure out how to finagle my husband into reading to me…if I figure it out, I’ll let you know 🙂
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plz do soooooooooo… a must
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Sounds like my kind of lady. Reading is for the intelligent. And intelligent is, dare I say, sexy.
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Ha ha. There are other men who’ve commented on this post who would agree with you. Never a dull moment, Jack. I can’t remember the last time I was bored. Who can possibly be bored with a world of books. 🙂
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How brilliant! I love this. Must save to read again. Thanks for sharing. Hope you’re having a lovely day 🙂
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it. It’s a fun read 🙂
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Diana Peach,
The theme of the girl who reads, and the paintings that say a thousand words, are outstanding! I find myself in a “different world” after a relatively mundane day.
I imagine the above on the walls of a fine arts museum, and the people in their dreamy clouds standing all around.
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I like your natural voice, Joseph.
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That’s the great thing about reading…being transported to a different world. Readers have the potential to share that wonder, mystery and adventure with each other. Too bad we can’t “wear” our imaginations! 🙂
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Love this. Shared on social media.
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Thank you! I hope your followers get a kick out of it 🙂
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Reblogged this on Sarah's Attic Of Treasures and commented:
I am that girl or was. I had a huge house filled with bookcases and stacks of books. Thousands and thousands of them. I could have opened a used book store.
Now I read online…..
I first got my library card when I went to the library with my dad. I wanted to know why he could have one and I couldn’t. I remember saying “I took care of them….Didn’t ruin them. ” I also told my dad that I remembered we had to return them before the weekend. Ilso reminded him, that he had forgotten. (It was written on the calendar.) There was also a sticker of a book.
The librarian told me I was too young. Then she thought about it and decided I was the exception. (She also knew my parents would make sure I would always follow through). I walked out the door with a library card ….With my name on it. I was 6 or 7. Now a days many libraries libraries will add a child on their parent’s account. It teaches responsibility .
I also love the pictures here. First posted by Rosemarie Urquico. Then shared by Myths Of The Mirror and then I saw it on Marquessa’s Blog.
I do miss reading a BOOK. Reading online is NOT the same thing.
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Thanks so much for the reblog, Sarah. An attic full of thousands of books sounds magical. I have this wonderful picture in my head. And what a great memory of your first library card. That librarian knew exactly what she was doing. 🙂
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Wallace, Yes She did.
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Reblogged this on Crazy Little Redneck Goth.
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Thanks so much for the reblog! Glad you enjoyed the post 🙂
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I married a girl who reads
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Wonderful, Eric! The men who married readers (those who commented here) are happy they did! 😀
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Mais oui! Alas, many of us read and write… 😉
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Thank you, Lea 🙂 Books make interesting people everywhere.
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Absolutely!
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Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
Love it Diana.. a great guide to love and romance for any young man or woman.. I was lucky the second time around to marry a guy who loves books as much as I do..
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Thanks, Sally! How wonderful that you married a man who reads. We need another poem 🙂
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Reblogged this on Simply Marquessa and commented:
Oh soooo reblog worthy!
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Thanks for the reblog, Marquessa! I just noticed that I didn’t reply here. Have a great day.
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😆
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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I just realized I didn’t respond to this comment. So a tardy thanks for the reblog! Happy Reading 😀
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