This year, I’m giving my husband a bookish Valentine: the first volume of memoirs by one of his favorite artists, Stephen Sondheim. Finishing the Hat: Collected Lyrics (1954-1981) with Attendant Comments, Principles, Heresies, Grudges, Whines and Anecdotes is supposed to be amazing, just as literate and hilarious as Sondheim’s best work. I’m so excited to see him open it!
I also posted a poem for him at my other blog, which I do every February, either for our anniversary or V-Day. It’s a simple present, in some ways, but he knows how much I mean every word, and I think it is meaningful to him too. I would love, one year, for that February poem to be one I’ve written myself, but so far, love poems are not in my poetic repertoire.
Tell me a bookish Valentine’s story, please, and I hope you’re having a wonderful day.