If You Love Me, Read to Me
Embarrassing confession # 278: sometimes when I think no one is paying attention, I talk to myself -- about everything from the day's goings-on to more general meaning-of-life musings. I've even been known, on occasion, to practice a conversation I'm hoping to have with someone (my boss, a friend, etc.) before I actually have the conversation. But perhaps even more embarrassing, every now and then I read passages from my favorite books and plays aloud to myself in my apartment. Whether it's Fitzgerald's opening to Gatsby, or Wilde's paradoxes in Earnest, there's just something magical about hearing the words and clever turns of phrase spoken aloud. It's really no different than bringing Shakespeare alive in the theatre, except in these scenarios, I'm the actor and the audience. Thankfully, I'm not alone in this odd habit: a recent article in The Christian Science Monitor has couples reading out loud to each other, and loving it. So I'm curious, what are your favorite books and passages to read aloud to yourself or others? Come on, don't be shy...
Tags: reading aloud | talking to yourself
10:23 AM ET | 01-28-2008 | permalink
