During dinner, somehow the topic of marginalia came up. She reached over to the now-repaired paperback, intending to show me something she'd written recently. Innocently, she said, "you know that bit in The Odyssey where..." and I interrupted to admit, "uh, never read it".
Shock! Horror! We know I'm illiterate, so there.
"Will you read it with me?"
"Uh, well... I'd love to but I have these 48 books left to read from ALA Midwinter before ALA Annual and..."
"Nonsense. ALA's in July, right? You'll have those 48 read in two weekends. You're reading this with me."
So I'm reading (in addition to what's on Mt. Bookpile) The Odyssey. Gulp.