Dear Second Wife of My First Husband,

He reads. Not a newspapaer or a guide like “I am a geek and nobody understands me” but a real book, a physical book that he did not download from the Internet but a real one, taken from a shelf.

Why? Was he kidnapped by aliens? Does he have an intellectual lover ? Did he believe in an upcoming end-of-the-world frenzy?

I do not know.

So far, having read each chapter he runs into the room and screams with excitement: “O my!”

And people say that reading enriches your vocabulary…