We showed up to work wearing the same outfit, right down to the silver necklaces with teardrop pendants. We had our own clothes, but chose all the layers and colors exactly the same. We were even both reusing a venti Starbucks cup.
Two library girls with a matching sense of "style."
Ast it turns out, we really like Sense and Sensibility, both the movie and the book. We love Emma Thompson and admire her many talents. She likes Hugh Grant; I'm not a big fan.
"I like Hugh Grant, but I don't really think he worked for that role with Emma Thompson. It never really seemed like the right match," she went on to clarify.
"EXACTLY!" I can easily forgive her liking Hugh for making an observation I have felt all along and not ever articulated.
"You know who I think she is a better match with? That other guy in the movie who dumped her sister. HE seems like the one she should have been with...not that character in the movie, of course. Just someone like that guy," I tell her, in a mood to have opinions about people I don't know.
"EXACTLY!" she echoes with the same enthusiasm I showed her observation.
She looks him up to recall what he looks like.
Turns out, he's married to Emma Thompson.
Whoah, it's not often my random musings are *right*. I think we both gained a notch more respect for the other's opinion for that one.
So we add a little stack of opinions to the table, each of us laying them down in rapid succession like two kids playing war: happy when they matched even if it meant having to concede a bunch of other points. Just like the card game looks pointless and boring to anyone watching, but is actually quite engaging to the players, that's how this conversation feels. I sense an outsider would wonder why we are talking about these people and plots like they are real.
I'm listening to an audiobook I will have to abandon because it isn't keeping my interest. I've read stronger books in this genre (Cory Doctorow's For the Win and Ernest Cline's Ready Player One, for example.) She looked at me with a little shock.
"You liked For the Win? ME TOO. And I loved Ready Player One. So much!"
"But you like Sense and Sensibility."
"I know. But I really liked those books, too."
I never would have pegged her as a Doctorow fan. His work and themes are about as far from Jane Austen as a reader could get. I wonder if I seem as unlikely.
When I ask for audiobook suggestions for my drive home, we discover that we literally like ALL the same authors. She is reading Ann Patchett's latest. I have it on hold to get the next available copy. Every author, every title, in any genre.
It was the most uncanny resonance. "At this point," I finally conceded, "I will take anything you suggest."
My opinion cards had all been played. She matched on every one. She ended up taking the whole game and title as my Reading Twin.
Who just happens to dress like I do, too.
Fun, but kinda weird, right?