why i wanted to read it: because it’s small (about a hundred fifty pages) and the stories are short. it’s couples talking about their spouses, about how they met, how they’ve lived.
what i liked: she was unfailingly loving. unfailingly. every day is a memorial for her (p. wilson–p. 91).
howard and i met on friday the thirteenth, 1969. he fell on me at a party, and i just thought he was the goofiest guy i’d ever met in my life… he had a shirt that was so rumpled, and he had these old stovepipe jeans on and a pair of shoes, one of which had many, many, many rubber bands because the sole was coming apart (g. kestenbaum–p. 92).
i was walking down the hallway, and i noticed that the last office in the hallway’s door was open. i looked inside to see who was in there, and i saw a flash of ankle, and i saw these beautiful green eyes, and i saw this blond hair, and i went, wow! and then i went smack dab into the wall. i literally crashed… the very next day, at about the same time, i was walking down the hallway again, and i saw the same door open. i looked inside, saw that beautiful face, and i went, wow! and i walked into the wall again, in the same, identical place. this time i went running back to my office, closed the door, and said to myself you idiot! you idiot! what are you doing? (h. flores–p. 120).
we alternated phone calls… we argued by fax (g. pardy–p. 128).
you gave my life an anchor, and i’d like to think i’ve given your life wings (s. steinacher–p. 130).
there’s no address on our marriage certificate, just a longitude and a latitude (t.p. headen–p. 135).
what sucked: some of the stories are sort of boring.
having said all that: it’s cute, overall. a very quick read.