Okay, okay. So he's not reading a "book"! Sue me.
Via the NYT:
The beach book has undergone a makeover for 2011. As the season’s traditional big names and story lines run out of gas, new variations on old formulas have emerged. Want a story of power, greed and conspicuous consumption? Forget Hollywood; think hedge fund. Want a killer mystery? Forget that corpse in the opening chapter; think about the heroine who wakes up with amnesia and can’t trust anyone around her. Want a topical family drama about teenage lovers? Think “Romeo and Juliet” with sexting thrown in.
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Well, it looks like he's reading THE NEW YORKER, or at least looking at the cartoons. So he'll still count--in my bed--as literate. To say nothing of cute.
Well, given the length of my current single life, I'd be happy for a man who even touches something in print.
Come on, baby...put down your iPhone for 5 sections, and look at the ingenious invention. It's called "print."
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