I close my current book, The Help and look to my right where my housemate (lets call him John) has wandered in and settled on my roomate’s empty bed.
‘Do you have any work left to do?’ he says.
‘Not much, I just have to wait for the rest of my presentation group’s stuff, so nothing at the moment, I can just relax.’ I smile.
‘So your idea of relaxing… is reading a book?’ he says with a tone of disbelief.
I uncross my legs, swivel them round so I am now sitting up on my bed and turn my book over with some weird idea that if it is face down, it won’t take offence to this conversation.
‘Yepp, I read a lot.’
‘You actually’ he raises his eyebrows and scrunches his nose, ‘read…..for pleasure?’
He looks despairing now.
‘Don’t you like to read then?’ I ask politely.
‘Hell no! I can’t be dealing with that shit.’
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This happened five minutes ago.
I swear we are two different species bloggers.