A paragraph from Tunku Halim's latest post; "I'm Going To Marry Your Books"
My cousin’s fiancee had read Think and Grow Rich 12 times. So my cousin concluded his fiancee had an unhealthy obsession with wealth. But the real issue was that she only read non-fiction. As he adored fiction , this caused a huge argument and thus they broke up.So if you’re about to get married, find out what your beloved is reading. It will give you an insight into her interests, her inner character even.
You follow your baby through the maze of aisles and shelves. You check out her behind from behind as she sashays down the aisle, her long hair dances at her every gait and you say to yourself what a mighty fine lady you have here but you still need to know what she reads, what turns her on, what intricacies waiting to unfold and what she is made of...intellectually.
She whizzes past the chick lit, romance and those horrible airport novels sections. You try to keep pace and try very hard not to be noticeable. Nevertheless, she is oblivious to her periphery as she makes her way through the gauntlet of dreary genres.
As she reaches a corner, she stops, picks up a book and you try to peep through between the Fantasy and the New Age shelves at the title that she is flipping through.
Her long slim fingers cover the title but slowly but surely they shift to reveal it and Voila! It's Kamasutra!
"Yes!,” you say under your breath as you break into a euphoric but controlled jig. Your mind transports both of you to tonight's sweaty juxtaposed lotus position. Yes, Nirvana is but a few hours away, but before you could really savour your reverie, she whisks away.
You scour the aisles and shelves and lanes for your lady. There she is.
She is making her way towards the end of the store, but isn't carrying the Kamasutra book. Bah! Never mind, maybe she will get that later, you say to yourself wishful thinkingly.
She is at the local authors section. She sees some reprinted titles and familiar names that remind her of the past. She looks on forlornly and shuffles to another shelf.
She picks up one book and looks quizzically at it and to your utter dismay, you cannot make out the title from where you are standing at nor can you gauge her countenance.
Then she smiles.
You go nearer and strain your eyes to catch a glimpse of the godforsaken title.
Then she spots you!
“Damn” you say. There goes your spying and stalking for the day.
She goes to the cashier. She is going to buy the book. You follow her. She pays for it but before you could look at the title, she hands you the book and asks you to autograph it.
You laugh your lungs out, open the book and sign your name on the inside cover of "44 Cemetery Road, The Best of Tunku Halim"
So would you still marry him/her if he/she likes to read the books that YOU have written regardless of the genre?