Lord in heaven, the book is funny.
Leto hits the nail on the head about the challenges of being a "book person." It's rare to find someone equally "bookish" as oneself. You either feel like the nerdiest person in the room, or you're way out of your intellectual depth.
In the last year, I've had these two wildly divergent experiences:
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"But why write a blog?"
"Well, that's a good question..."
"Why do you read, anyway?"
But asking me why I read? That's like asking me why I bathe and brush my teeth. It really took me aback that someone would simply not comprehend the validity of reading and/or writing for its own sake.
(Over the course of being in her presence, the "OMG a-book-a-week" person reveals that Coach bags, mani-pedis, watering the lawn, and the elliptical at the gym rank among her most inspiring moments in life. We don't have much in common.)
On the other hand, I've also found myself in a group of such tremendous literati fire-power that saying, "I just finished Anna Karenina" sounded about as impressive to their ears as "I just finished Green Eggs and Ham." After admitting sheepishly that, yes, I truly do enjoy the gladiatorial combat that is Notre Dame football, someone asked me where I went for my Master's. (panic) Oh, look, there's no line at the bar! I think I'll freshen up this drink....
Sidebar - do people actually read Infinite Jest, or just read about it enough to sound worldly?