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I simply hate it when people ask me what I'm reading. I don't mind in the least discussing my Sony - I think I converted the entire oral surgeon's office while my husband was coming out of anesthesia. One fellow at work persisted in asking me every few days what I was reading until I started responding in generalities ("a book", "a trashy romance novel"). I wouldn't dream of peeking at someone's book list unless invited to.
And, for the record, I'm in the middle between extrovert and introvert. And I had a migraine today so I might be a bit more grumpy than usual.
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