Topic: Which book(s) would you bring on your honeymoon?
My instinctual response is to say that my beloved wife and I aren’t likely to be doing much reading under such a honey-filled moon…+)
But cheekiness aside, and acknowledging that my unknown future lover is likely to love literature near as much as I do, there will almost certainly be a few choice tomes we’ll take with us to enjoy.
The Holy Bible, for one. Particularly for The Song of Solomon.
Beyond that? Well, hard to say. It’ll all depend on which books develop a particular significance to our relationship. Some version of the story of Beren and Lúthien by Tolkien would make for excellent evening reading, as would some of his poetry. Speaking of poetry, verses by Shakespeare and John Donne seem almost obligatory. And since I’m a nut for early medieval stuff, I’ll probably have found something romantic in Anglo-Saxon to read by then. Or, failing something romantic, Beowulf. That’s good honeymoon reading, right?
In addition to a few “serious” romantic things to read, we’ll probably bring some books that are just a lot of fun, that we can laugh with, cheer with, gasp with. What specific books these will be, I don’t know yet. Some Lewis, some George MacDonald. The Bell at Sealey Head. I love many such books, and am open to suggestions (or, uh, demands, if it comes to that) from my future beloved. It might also be nice to reread some of the love letters we’ll have been sending to each other during the courtship.
But there is another suggestion I can put forth.
A blank notebook.
Should we both be writers, we could co-write a story together, or at least brainstorm one. Perhaps each night one of us could write another chapter to it, and then read it aloud. My wife would, of course, on her night to read open the book to find little love notes and poems in the margins, which I would’ve managed to write in the quiet moments when I could tear my eyes from her face.
Or maybe it’s a silly, overly sappy idea. I dunno. But isn’t a honeymoon rather the right time for sappiness? I think so. We could write all sorts of things in a blank notebook, together or individually, and then read them aloud to each other. Whatever we felt like. Silly things, even; it needn’t be serious. Things we’ve observed on the trip. Notes for later. Plans for later. Promises and hopes and dreams. And maybe even some gloriously bad puns!
I can’t decide between one of those beautiful leather-bound books you find at Renaissance Faires or a simple spiral bound. The former is prettier (but still very manly), but so much so that you almost don’t want to sully them with anything less than beautifully-formed masterpieces. The latter would be mundane and unassuming, but much more accommodating to the spur-of-the-moment jots and giddy brainstorms that the honeyed wine of love fulfilled is likely to inspire.
So we’ll probably need one of each.