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My husband and I both majored in ENG in college. At UCLA, that meant ENGLISH. At Harvey Mudd College, that meant ENGINEERING. You can imagine how, theoretically, we could have been at cross-purposes in our literary choices over the years.
You’d be right to some extent, but not completely.
Prior to our marriage (a week after he was sworn in as an Ensign in the U.S. Navy’s nuclear engineering program), I spent a lot of time thinking about what book I’d take on our honeymoon. Oh, he knew I read all the time, but neither one of us worried about it since he, too, was an avid reader.
I hadn’t read War and Peace yet, and that’s what my bibliophile father was reading when I was born. No, that might feel too close to home. It needed to be something really spectacular, but nothing seemed a good choice. The Bible was obvious, but Gideon always left one behind in hotel rooms and so I didn’t bother.
I then made what to me was the ultimate decision to demonstrate my love for my new husband: I took no book.
My groom, meanwhile, received Lucifer’s Hammer, a hot-off-the-presses science fiction novel by Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle, as a gift from one of his groomsmen who actually had the book autographed in our honor as a wedding present.
There we were, holed up at the Benbow Inn in romantic, mist-filled Garberville, California, watching the redwoods shake in the rain. Terrific food, damp hikes, jigsaw puzzles in the lobby, winks and smiles from the staff–a lovely visit–until the groom pulled out his book.
I tried to be nice about it. I really did. But this was SO unfair.
“Why didn’t you bring a book?” he asked logically. “I can’t believe you don’t have one.”
“I thought you’d want to look at me . . . ”
Well, he did.
Eventually, we ventured out to the local bookstore in Garberville–a tiny hole in a redwood tree with three racks of dog-eared novels. The decision was tough, again, but not because of any romantic notions. They just didn’t have much of a selection.
Which brings me to…what would have been a good choice for two ENG majors on a romantic honeymoon in the redwoods?
Or, which book did you take on your honeymoon?
My final selection? CS Lewis–Perelandra. I don’t think I ever finished it . . . 🙂