So true, in my opinion. Learning is sexy, and one of the best ways I can judge that is by whether a person reads.
I don’t care if he reads business journals, science fiction novels, textbooks, or biographies– or even if he listens to audiobooks to stick it to his dyslexia. If he likes to read, he enjoys learning, and both are sexy.
It is honestly one of my number one questions when getting to a guy. 1) Does he love Jesus? 2) Does he love reading?
This has definitely influenced the creation of the characters in the YA novel I’m writing.
“My turn to ask the questions,” said Silas, unwrapping a sandwich. “Tell me what books you like to read.” He had a nice voice, I decided. It was low and velvety … but with this sweetness to it, an animation that came from confidence. And something else: delight?
“Oh, everything,” I said, my feet dragging lazily in the sand beneath them as I bit into my apple—Gala, sweet. “Peter Beagle. John Green. C.S. Lewis. Dr. Seuss.”
Silas grinned. “C.S. Lewis. Have you read his space trilogy?”
“Only a million times,” I said.
His eyes grew wide with a childlike excitement that made me want to laugh. “I’m making Laurel read it this summer! That Hideous Strength!” he said, then quoted: “‘It was all mixed up with Jane and fried eggs and soap and sunlight and the rooks cawing at Cure Hardy.’” Silas sighed in delight. “Rooks cawing at Cure Hardy … all those k sounds.”
I smiled at him, a little skeptically.
“Don’t you like the k sounds?” he asked, eyes wide and beatific, and I burst out laughing.
“I’ve just never heard a teenager talk affectionately about plosives.”
Am I short-sighted in this?