Drew and I have this silly ritual. And we’ve done this since, gosh, probably the first year or two of our marriage. He’s a reader. And I’m not. And he’s great at positively reinforcing things in my life. And when I decided (nearly in vain) to start reading more, he got this crazy idea that we’d dance, yes, dance, anytime either of us would finish a book. It’s a cheesy shoulder-shaking dance. Nothing special. You don’t even have to stand up for it. But it’s such fun and it’s a mini-celebration of an accomplishment that some might say is rather huge in my non-reading life.
[If I had one, I'd insert an inspirational quote from the person who coined the phrase "Celebrate Your Wins" here.]
We don’t do The Book Dance nearly as much for me as for him, because I might average oh say 4 books completed in a year. Maybe. But sometimes he’ll come out of his home office with a straight face and say “Ready?” I hardly ever know what this is in reference to until the grin cues the shoulders to start going.
This past weekend, we did The Book Dance four times. And none of those times were in celebration of ANY books that I’d finished. He completed four. FOUR. Well, to be even more precise, he finished three of those four books on Friday. The other he finished on Saturday.
Nerd.
So we danced, and laughed, and smiled, and celebrated. And it was fun. And it was in public and we didn’t care.
And it made me want to finish a book–a Particularly Good Book–a memoir, because we all know I luhuhhhvvv memoirs for some strange reason. And when I do finish it, I’ll blog about it–because it’s worthy of recommendation. And I just might try to catch The Book Dance on video so y’all can celebrate with me. But, until then:
What’s the last book you read? And is it a book you’d recommend to others of the memoir persuasion?
