The Bookends section of the NYTBR features an entertaining discussion of whether book-based disagreements have the power to end a romantic relationship.
Since I’m a reader married to another reader, it’s hard for me to imagine what it might be like to have a partner who didn’t love books (though it occurs to me that I’d have more room for my titles, and more room in my house, period.) But while our tastes sometimes overlap, our courtship did not include a favorite-author litmus test. At least I don’t think it did.
But I’ll turn the question over to you. After all, few people are more passionate about books than writers, so what role do/did books play in your love life? In the first days of a relationship, did/do you regard the contents of the beloved’s bookshelf as a metonym for character? Does it matter to you if your object of desire shares your tastes? Did you exchange favorite books? If you now co-habitate, do you shelve your books together? I know couples who combine their finances but separate their fiction. Where do you fall? There are well-rehearsed hazards in judging a book by its cover, but what about choosing a lover by his books?