We were talking about John Irving, which was in itself impressive. When I said that I'd liked A Prayer for Owen Meany much better than The World According to Garp, he plucked my hand out of the air and held it to his cheek for just a second.
Then he told me about how he'd discovered Owen Meany, back in high school. Actually, he mimed it with the beer menu. "I read it like this," he said, his nose almost touching the words. "I wanted to eat the paper, that's how much I loved that book."
I would have made out with him for that sentence alone.
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