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My mom always thought it was weird that I tend to remember events in my life by what book I was reading at the time.
As in, "Stacy, remember when we did such-and-such?"
"Oh yeah. I was reading such-and-such."
But over the weekend, I was at my friend's cabin, and my husband turned to me and said, "Do you remember what you were reading last year when we were here?"
This is one of several reasons why I love my husband. For the record, I was reading "Long Time Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier" last year at the cabin. This year, I was reading Michael Chabon's "The Yiddish Policemen's Union."
(By the way, reading in a boat in the middle of a lake on a sunny summer Saturday is possibly the best way to read.)
Does anyone else track their lives by books? Or does that push me into the realm of obsessive? (If so, at least I'm taking my husband down with me.)
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