Katie's Bookshelf is Bigger Than Our TV

Katie's bookshelf in our living room is bigger than our TV:

It's a nice TV.  It was given to us by a friend who upgraded to a bigger one.  For her bedroom.

"Are you sure you're going to put it in your living room?  It's kinda small.  I think it's designed for someone's bedroom.  Like a child's bedroom," she teased me.

Our TV is not hooked up to cable or a digital converter box, so we can't watch broadcast televison shows.  We're just not big TV people.  Will and Katie use it to watch videos on VHS or DVD.  Over and over and over again.  I did not grow up with a way to watch movies more than one time.  If I wanted to see a movie, I had to see it at the theater.  One time only.  It was too expensive to pay for more than one ticket per person when you're the youngest of six kids.  We finally got a VCR when I was fourteen, but my dad was still too cheap to let us rent many videos.  I didn't know anybody who could afford to spend a hundred bucks on a VHS tape of their favorite movie, which is how much they cost.

This boggles the minds of Will and Katie who both grew up in households where you could watch your favorite movie on-demand.  I am ten years older than my husband, and mostly our age difference is unnoticable, but pop-culturewise it's like we're in a mixed marriage.  I speak English only.  Will is bilingual.  I blame the fact that I didn't grow up watching movies more than one time for my inability to speak Moviequotese.  Will and Katie are fluent.

I'm a librarian so saying I read a lot of books is like saying a porn star has a lot of sex.  I don't expect most people to read as much as I do.  But Will and Katie are catching up to my level of obsession with the written word.  

Last night when I got home from work the house was quiet.  I went to investigate.  I found Katie reading the second book in the Diary of a Wimpy Kid series.  She finished the first book in the series in just one day.  I found Will in his man cave--our basement where he keeps his computer, his music, his instruments, his pedals, his equipment--reading the book Insignia by S.J. Kincaid.

"What is going on here?" I exclaimed in mock anger.  "I get home from work and my family is reading.  I thought IIIIIIIIII was the librarian in this household!"

Will just smiled as he looked up at me momentarily before averting his gaze back to the page.

I love my family of booknerds.