I know this is going to sound odd. I just made my wife cry – and it’s the best news I’ve had all day.
She’s reading the book (again), and has this evening finally got to uncharted territory for her – right towards the end of the book. There’s a scene there that I almost pulled, worried that it might be slightly OTT… but apparently it hit its emotional mark, and anything that can make Christina cry is all right by me (ahh, so many jokes, so little time…)
In it stays.
Spousal literary criticism is a whole different topic worthy of its own blog (not a post, mind – an entire blog). I may write about it more. Then again, I may not. She reads this stuff, you know.
Anyway, tomorrow she’ll get to the rather experimental ending. I’m apprehensive. Watch this space.