"This book makes me think of you. Want to borrow it? No pressure but actually it is tailor made for you. Here."

Presumptuous of me, I know. 

I read an article about the trend toward book sharing. People who want to spread beloved books put compact, free will libraries in recycled mailboxes, or next to bus stops. I have noticed them in my favorite cafes, quietly displayed by the cups. No retrieval strategy, just titles beckoning. 

My twins have joined the local library reading challenge. On the first day of summer they walked down the hill, bags slung over their shoulders, cards in their pockets. They came back with just short of a dozen titles, and the forms for me to sign validating their claim to have read a block of pages. They are up to 3152. I often walk into a silent room, to find them side by side, intent on the tome between them. Occasionally they come up for air and to fill me in on the suspenseful plot. At the end of the August they will be awarded a donut. And a bookmark.

I spend time every week perusing articles, books and news items that pertain to marriage. I buy them, used, from Amazon and hand them freely to anyone who shows interest. Sometimes they come back. Sometimes they keep traveling. 

One of my darlings is a fiction piece called The Wedding. It portrays the atrophy of a long term marriage and the effort of one man to change his entrenched ways and win his wife's heart again. Let me know if you want a book to take on vacation. I will even give you a bookmark.