Growing up, I was never one who read a lot. Sure, I had my favourites, but to actually sit down for an ENTIRE DAY and devour book after book? That just wasn’t me. Of course, NOW I could sit down for a whole week, never leave the house, never turn on the TV, and just read the entire time.
But that’s just me.
I know quite a few people who don’t read. They’ve read books in high school or the odd one here or there, but to them reading isn’t something they do when they sit down to relax.
While I don’t normally get too personal on the blog, I will say this: my husband isn’t a reader. And that’s okay.
Why is this okay? Here are my reasons:
- If he read, we probably wouldn’t be reading the same things. Sure, I could still talk about my YA books or the sexy vampire or werewolf in a book, but that would still just be me talking to him much like I do now.
- If he read, who would get on my case to, you know, PUT DOWN A BOOK ONCE IN A WHILE? Like I said earlier, I could just read, read, read. Sometimes I need that extra kick in the butt to actually get out of the house and visit the world.
- If he read, I probably wouldn’t have discovered so many great TV shows. While I can go a whole week and not watch the TV, I still LOVE certain shows and I love Fall TV when all the new shows come in. Since we both love TV, we can both sit back and relax during the evenings and watch our favourites.
- If he read, we would be poor. I mean, I buy a ton of books already – enough books to make my wallet cry. If there were TWO readers in the house, I guess we could use the local library, BUT what if he was someone who liked that shiny new book on the shelf? Welcome to brokesville, my friends.
- If he read, who would watch all of the sports? Our Canadian sports teams would SUFFER! No, not really, but with him watching his favourite sports programs, I can go read my favourite books. It’s a win-win.
Of course, there are major benefits to having a spouse who reads, too (or, if you’re not married, say a boyfriend, a roommate, a parent, a sibling, etc.). Things like sharing your views on certain books – maybe a favourite of yours isn’t a favourite of theirs which can lead to a great (or maybe harmful) conversation, or reading the book THEN watching the movie and being able to discuss the differences afterwards.
Do I ever feel like I’m missing out being the only reader in the house? Of course not. Sure, it would be great, but this is why I have the book community, my local library, my friends or members of my family who are readers. All of these people are the people with whom I can discuss my love of books!
So when it comes to you living with that non-reader in your life, be gently and be patient – but most importantly, just be yourself. I still discuss my books a lot with my husband, I get majorly flaily over certain things happening in books or if I get a super awesome book or bookish surprise in the mail, I still tell him some of the differences from the book to a movie, and I still rant to him about bookish topics or the latest and greatest releases that I think are duds.
As in any relationship, it’s all about accepting each other for who they are and I think we’re doing that swimmingly.
Do you live with a non-reader? Is it an issue or a non-issue?
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