Julius LeBlanc Stewart / Bearded Roman via The Atlantic
A few days ago, I stumbled on an article called In Praise of the Lost, Intimate Art of Reading Aloud, a sweet and delightful little piece. The author writes about how reading books aloud can be such a personal, bonding activity, and that it need not be limited to parents reading to children. She writes about how wonderful it is for two adults to read to each other, too, and particularly, how it can bring closeness into your relationship.
My husband and I are big advocates of this lost art. We read the Bible aloud in the evenings, and we just started reading G.K. Chesterton's Orthodoxy together. In fact, even before we were in the same physical location we experienced great books together. One Christmas, we decided to give each other a copy of the same book, and when we were apart, we would read it and talk it over each night on the phone. It wasn't reading aloud but it was the next best thing. We chose The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis, which had the added bonus of giving us the chance to talk about and deepen our faith together.
In writing this I've just realized that all of our reading together has been centered around faith and philosophy. We've learned and gained so much by talking over these rich works together, and I know we'll continue to do so. But now I'm feeling inspired to dive into a novel, next. I love the author's description of how she and her lover took turns picking their favorites.
What do you think? Do you read aloud with your significant other? What would you pick to read first? (I think, like the author, I would have to introduce my husband to Pride and Prejudice--but then, he may insist on War and Peace! I vetoed it once before when he suggested it, out of intimidation, but it might be a fun challenge.)