My wife and I are studying Italian. Or, more precisely, she is studying Italian and I am enjoying attending some Italian classes with her. Italy is Rika's new thing. If it pertains to Italy, Italian, or has even a remote connection to Italy or Italian, I can't go wrong. Apparently this applies to buying books, too.
My wife tolerates my book buying. She's not as much a reader as I am, so when we're together I don't buy so many books. I usually just stop by the store on my own, buy what looks good, then mix them up with other books on the shelf. It's my way of expressing my independence. Or being immature.
Then I saw a copy of The Genius in the Design: Bernini, Borromini, and the Rivalry That Transformed Rome
on sale at the local bookstore. (You can see the Squidoo lens I made about it here). I was with Rika, so I just kind of casually pretended I wasn't interested in it. But when Rika saw me, she didn't give me that look that says, "You don't need that book. You have a bunch of books you've still not read..." Instead, she actually said, "Ooh. I like it! I'm so excited you're going to read about Italy!"
Women are weird.

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