A few days ago I was walking through my bedroom and happened to notice the striking difference in the books that my wife and I were reading.
Here's the picture from our nightstands ... guess who was reaching which book?
This wasn't really an anomaly. It's a typical representation of what you can find on our nightstands during any given week. My wife (the saint that she is) tends to read things that are meant to improve her life somehow, while I read things that scare the heck out of me.
Believe it or not, we're still a pretty good pair.