I have a super nerdy dream. It came to me over a year ago when I was reading Ulysses (Joyce) for class. Studying Ulysses was basically the purpose of the whole class; I spent hours reading each chapter, deciphering the foreign languages, metaphors, and links to the original, The Odyssey. I spent more time in that book - reading, writing, researching - than any book prior, I'm sure. And I had this need to share it.
I wanted to share Ulysses, and all books, with a lover. I wanted the man I would marry to love books as I do. I want overflowing bookcases. I want the books to be worn out, loved, written in. I want to read his books and see what he thinks, write my own comments alongside his.
I guess, in my nerdy yet romantic way, I want these books to be the love letters I leave my children.