Fun Reading

I think it's cute when my husband, he who usually reads very thick, very serious non-fiction books, gets really into a YA fiction series. I've never seen him so much glance at any fiction book before, but after seeing me get engulfed in the Hunger Games trilogy last week, he decided to give them a try. 

Everytime I turn around, he's been curled up with them. Earlier, I got up to get something from the kitchen, and when I came back, sure enough he had taken advantage of those two minutes to get a few more pages in. I don't know why I find that so endearing, but I really do.

Also, he was so shocked when I told him that I had taken pictures of him reading, without him noticing. He's a little paranoid of my stealth paparazzi camera skills now. But not enough to not finish the last book.