I tried to learn about love when I was younger. I spent my afternoons watching movies, looking for the answer, and when I couldn’t find it there, I turned to books to learn about what love is. I guess that’s the reason why I like to give girls I like copies of my favorite books: dog-eared paperbacks with highlights all over them. It’s my way of saying: This is where I learned how to break your heart.
Sometimes I wonder if I fall in love with a girl or if I fall in love with the books she’s read. I recently met a girl who named her cat Huxley. I asked her if that’s how much she loved Brave New World and she told me that the book was her favorite. I made her a deal: I told her I would read Brave New World if she read the entire Hunger Games trilogy. For the record, the Hunger Games isn’t my favorite book series, but I like using it as a barometer of how much a girl likes me. If she can sit through 1,200 pages of bad writing and still appreciate how awesome the ending is then I guess we have a chance.