Quote: "According to Cunningham, readers are more intelligent, due to their increased vocabulary and memory skills, along with their ability to spot patterns. They have higher cognitive functions than the average non-reader and can communicate more thoroughly and effectively."
Reaction: well sh*t yeah.
Okay, that wasn't the most literate response possible to that lovely passage, but it was heartfelt.
The next quote comes across as a little saccharine, or is it pablumish?
"You should only fall in love with someone who can see your soul. It should be someone who has reached inside you and holds those innermost parts of you no one could find before. It should be someone who doesn’t just know you, but wholly and completely understands you."
See my soul? Not so sure about that. What if they're wearing blinkers? Or aiming a gun? Anyway, my soul is probably a dark little snake-pit, with venomous creepy-crawlies scurrying about, making skittery sounds as scales rasp the ichor-stained cement underfoot.
Or under belly. Snakes don't have legs.
Besides, complete understanding of anybody is a dangerous thing; it leads to manipulation, and boredom. There should always be surprises, things that make you sit up startled, realizing that there's stuff you just never knew about the other person.
"She used to be an assassin for the Mossad? No wonder she has such depths of sensitivity! AND it explains her being so neurotically detail oriented! How wonderful!"
[Note: those examples are hypothetical.]
Love (or lust) should be reality-based.
But that's just my opinion.
I found these statements in an article that advises people to date literate folk. Which, I flatter myself, means me.
You should only date me.
Yes. Me.
Why Readers, Scientifically, Are The Best People To Fall In Love With
After reading that very brief essay -- which regrettably didn't provide pie-charts, statistics, or cite research data to back up its wonderful claims,
I feel all warm and fuzzy. Holy crap I'm lovable!
Another totally self-serving quote:
"Falling in love with a reader will enhance not just the conversation, but the level of it."
Let us, therefore, not talk about me, as I am rather shallow, and so inevitably the conversation would be short, unless it were boring and repetitive. There's not much there to thrill.
Let us talk about you.
Everybody I have ever loved had books coming out of their ears.
That includes friends, relatives, and "huggable people".
Especially objects of affection.
Warm, and fuzzy.
Books.
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