When my husband and I first married we used to read a lot.
Rory liked hardbacks and I liked trilogies. We both adored hardback trilogies
though, especially the fantasy stories with gold, embossed covers. Sometimes we
would luxuriously trace our fingers over them, losing ourselves in the scent
of the pages and imaginative descriptions. Often I would be transported to
another dimension and enjoyed myself so much I would weep, even beg Rory not to
stop and turn the lights out so I could read another chapter. I should have
known back then, when he began to turn the lights off progressively earlier,
that he was losing interest in out hardback trilogies and was secretly reading
other books under the covers.
Rory liked hardbacks and I liked trilogies. We both adored hardback trilogies
though, especially the fantasy stories with gold, embossed covers. Sometimes we
would luxuriously trace our fingers over them, losing ourselves in the scent
of the pages and imaginative descriptions. Often I would be transported to
another dimension and enjoyed myself so much I would weep, even beg Rory not to
stop and turn the lights out so I could read another chapter. I should have
known back then, when he began to turn the lights off progressively earlier,
that he was losing interest in out hardback trilogies and was secretly reading
other books under the covers.
It was after our first child, when I discovered a passion
for Thomas the Tank Engine, that I knew for certain; Rory was hiding books. And
magazines. Sometimes I found them on top of the wardrobe or underneath the
mattress. I’d had my suspicions when Rory had begun to read short stories but I
tried hard to keep him interested as deep down I knew I was more beautiful and
knowledgeable than other woman. In fact, I knew other woman were jealous of me
and especially my rare editions of Pride and Prejudice.
for Thomas the Tank Engine, that I knew for certain; Rory was hiding books. And
magazines. Sometimes I found them on top of the wardrobe or underneath the
mattress. I’d had my suspicions when Rory had begun to read short stories but I
tried hard to keep him interested as deep down I knew I was more beautiful and
knowledgeable than other woman. In fact, I knew other woman were jealous of me
and especially my rare editions of Pride and Prejudice.
The situation worsened when Rory began working late and, one
day, to quell my frustrations at the library being closed for a refit I decided
to give the bathroom a thorough clean. It was there that I found it, The Book, wrapped
in plastic and hidden in the cistern. I knew for certain then that Rory had
betrayed me. He hadn’t been working late: he’d been attending late night book
signings at Waterstones. Only now it wasn’t just short stories, magazines and
dog eared copies of Private Eye to destroy my sense of self-worth there was another
book, a “special” book. A book that I was now going to tear apart chapter by
chapter, page by page, for its casual abuse of our reading material, for its
ruthless assault on my senses and for destroying everything Rory and I had once
held dear.
day, to quell my frustrations at the library being closed for a refit I decided
to give the bathroom a thorough clean. It was there that I found it, The Book, wrapped
in plastic and hidden in the cistern. I knew for certain then that Rory had
betrayed me. He hadn’t been working late: he’d been attending late night book
signings at Waterstones. Only now it wasn’t just short stories, magazines and
dog eared copies of Private Eye to destroy my sense of self-worth there was another
book, a “special” book. A book that I was now going to tear apart chapter by
chapter, page by page, for its casual abuse of our reading material, for its
ruthless assault on my senses and for destroying everything Rory and I had once
held dear.
I pulled the gaudy red book out of the plastic in abject
horror. I opened the cover and read the inscription.
horror. I opened the cover and read the inscription.
To Rory, Love Joanna.
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4 responses
Have you considered a job on the Daily Mail? I do hope not…
I think Private Eye is more my style, Martin:)
Nothing wrong with Private Eye Jane, I often think that they're the official opposition these days…
That made me laugh, Martin!