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posted on: May 31, 2011

I'm all about original blog content. In fact, I'd say I'm fierce advocate of using your own mind to think, create, and articulate your own thoughts. Writing my own words and taking my own photos (and reading your own words and seeing your own photos) is what keeps me here in this funny little blogging world. That said, I'm shamelessly stealing this whole post. Please see the obscene credits linkage at the end of this post for full effect. But I really can't help it. Good words are good words, and good words inspire me so much.

On to the main event...

Date a Girl Who Reads 

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by God, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.


Written by Rosemary Urquico
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  1. reading is sexy.
    oh i am in love with this.

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  2. Chills and almost tears all the way through this. Especially the part about reciting Keats under her breath while she shook the snow off.

    We're a rare breed, aren't we?

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  3. oh my heavenly days. . . this is one of the most incredible things i have ever read . . . and i am a girl who reads :)

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  4. Date a girl you met in the library? And propose in the same library by putting the ring in your favorite book? With a fake call number on the side and everything? And marry her and raise three bookish children with her? Wow, my husband must have read this ten years ago, just before we met.

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  5. Im reading this for the 16th time and still love it. You should read "Date an illiterate girl" as well on Thought Catalog. It's breathtaking.

    ]<3 Belly B

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  6. DO I NEED TO PUT A COPYRIGHT AT THE BOTTOM OF MY BLOG? OH EM GEE!!!!!!!!!

    joke. you thief you.

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  7. fun joke bod. brittany, just wanted you to know that emily snyder is my sister. I sent her a link to your post because I knew she would love this. Then she posted it on facebook with a link to your blog. My apologies to Bod, because I know she posted it first but I didn't send it to my sister when she posted. So anyway, I want to thank you both for motivating me to read. Today I even fought the temptation to watch bachelorette and instead pulled out Ernest Hemingway. I know I can be cultured soon enough!

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  8. Simply love this. I'm a big reader and I wouldn't trade my books for anything!

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  9. So in love with this. Thanks for re-posting :)

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