My other half (I actually don't believe in an "other half"; I feel we are complete just as we are, though having another in which to share our completeness is a blessed thing) finally began reading my book last week.
The below pic is on the back cover with the caption:
"With my two favorite people, "--- ---- and Neale Donald Walsch"
I laid on the sofa with the TV turned down a bit as she sat on the recliner reading the 397-page tome. She had a number of interesting comments and questions to make as she plowed through the first 100 pages. Here are a few of the more notable ones:
"Do you know how to play Cribbage?"
"Now I know why you don't like to go swimming."
"I didn't know you were Catholic."
"You should change the part where it says 'colored teenager' to 'black teenager.'"
"What does 'quietude' mean?"
"Did your mom ever catch you masturbating? Did your brothers?"
"Now I know why you don't wear deodorant."
"Why don't you chew gum anymore?"
"Did you sneak into the study last Christmas to get a peek at the presents I bought you?"
"You didn't go to your high school graduation?"
"Why did you write that biking made you unable to father children?"