You’ll never believe what I’m reading. John Adams by David McCullough. That’s right, a history book AND I love it.
A couple weeks ago outside a coffee shop, I’m reading some quality chic lit when a passerby stops. He looks at my book and says,
“Is that-? Oh no it’s not.”
“I thought you were reading a history book. A very good one.”
“Do you like history?”
He is eager to have a history conversation. I’m going to crush his hopes and dreams.
“Oh.” He wanders off.
I finish my novel and stare at the stack of books in my room waiting to be read. There’s John Adams. A girlfriend recommended the book to me and he’s been in my bedroom for the better part of a year, untouched. Why not?
Everyday I look forward to spending quality time with John Adams. I like his wife too. Never mind that a lot of the story is set right here around Boston. He even spent some time in Worcester. But as much as I’m in love with John Adams, history pick-up lines still aren’t going to work.