Being an exchange student, I have many acquaintances, but only a few make the cut to friend (there's only so may backstories I can remember...).
So I saw one of these acquaintances the other day with his nose in a book between classes, and thought, "He's one of my people!" So naturally I left him to read in peace (duh) and waited until we had a class together to bring up the book he's reading and thus the ensuing in-depth love-hate book discussion.
I can hear you saying, 'But Renae, I thought this post was about Non-readers...'
Well. Here's the kicker.
He's not actually a big reader.
It takes him a whole year to read one book!
Sure, I applaud him for sticking to his guns and actually finishing the book, but I couldn't stop the the disappointed, "Oh," from slipping out. Which, of course, results in him asking how many books I read a year; and there is no good, non-braggy way at that point, to say that I read about 50...
So the search continues on for that person I can have heated conversations with about fictional people and places, that won't think I've escaped from a mental institution.
Maybe we can be kindred spirits?