Seeing someone reading a book you love is seeing a book recommending a person.

Call me hopeless romantic, and I know this is not 100% accurate, but it just reminds me of how excited I get when someone likes the same books as I do. The joy, when I see someone enjoying a book of my collection that I love… is indescribable. And I’m hoping we’ll spend hours speaking of it once they’re done with it. Greater joy.

So yeah, I’m happy you were loving the book I love.

Reminds me of a saying by John Waters:

If you go home with somebody, and they don’t have books, don’t fuck ’em!