It took The Fiance exactly 13 days to master Tiger Woods PGA Tour 2007. If given a full day, he likely would've beat the game in 13 hours, but alas...
And now? He's sort of a lost puppy. I think his hands still make the motions of the absent Playstation controller. They're lost. Idle.
But suddenly, like some sort of revelation from Jesus, he picked up a book. The Da Vinci Code, to be exact. And he began to read. He takes the book to work, he sprawls onto the couch at night, book in hand. Last Friday, we sat on opposite ends of the couch, under a shared blanket, and each read our respective books. Together. It was, like, a moment.
He made a resolution to read a book a month this year, and we even crafted a list of must-read books. I'm just so happy. Sigh.
Furthermore, in other book news, do NOT read Sex and the City by Candace Bushnell. Just watch the show. Over and over. It is so much better. I actually, one-hundred pages into the book, considered giving it up. It is that un-entertaining. When I finish it tonight, it will have been a waste of three days.