Tom is Reading Jonathan Safran Foer Extremely Slowly and Incredibly Far Away from his Face

 My mother gave me an actual, non-kindle paperback book for Xmas by Jonathan Safran Foer:

A real paperback book by
Jonathan Safran Foer

I was finishing up reading The Warmth of Other Suns and also Den Jag Aldrig Var as well as some stories by David Sedaris so I only cracked open the book a few weeks ago.

On the left inside cover I noticed an adorable note from my Mom: "I thought you would enjoy this book, Love Mom." Aww, hearts and warm smiles.

On the right hand side on the first page, a red rubber stamp said, "Property of the Community Library." 

So there's that. 

I read the whole book in record time, as I am not daunted by questionable provenance. I loved it, as my mother suspected I might. I liked it so much, I suggested to Tom that he should read it too. I must have sounded convincing because he took me up on it.

He opened the book and stretched his arms out to maximum length. "This type is really small," he said. Tom refuses to get the reading glasses that he probably definitely needs. He says it's not his eyes, it's the lighting. If the lighting is bright enough, he can read anything.

Tom arranges pillows so that he can comfortably read with his arms out straight in front of him like some kind of aggressive yoga pose. "This is going to take me forever to read," he gripes, flipping a page after five minutes.

I had a little flashback: Tom flicking through Kindle pages so fast he's probably at risk for carpel tunnel at the finger level.

There must be like 8 words on every page of Tom's Kindle books. He has the size cranked up bigger than the big type books in the grandma section of the Library. When we see my Mom again, he'll have to ask her to make off with a book from that section next time.