In the comments section of my previous post, Wyn kindly mentionned that I am well read. Me? Well read? I don't really think so. It's really quite embarrassing the number of Agatha Christie novels I've read. And the number of really really really junky chick lit that I am able to consume (hey, escapist fiction takes my mind off work, k?).

My boyfriend reads Sophocles for fun. Now, that's intimidating and he's definitely someone who's well read.