Tom & Alissa

In my continuing quest to rest from my labors on Sunday, I am trying to avoid reading Moby-Dick that day. It’s a nice break and keeps me from getting burnt out on all the whaling.

So this Sunday, I pull out Howard’s End, by E.M. Forster. (Yes, that is for class, but it’s for a class I’m not taking right now, and besides, it’s fun and it’s not assigned reading yet!) Tom bought this copy sometime before we were married. I flipped open to the title page, and there is this handwritten inscription:

To Francine,
Without whom this book would never have been sold.
     E.M. Forster

It appears this Forster chap had an excellent sense of humor, even at his book signings.

And you think I’m kidding when I say I married Tom for his library.