RAL VS Nick Hornby

I love to read - it's one of my genuine pleasures in life and something I wish I had more time to do. For me reading is like dating. Sometimes I find myself surrounded by books, with no time to read them, other times I've got plenty of time and nothing to read.

Usually I have a few books lying around waiting for me but this Shabbos I had NOTHING. No library books, no loaners from friends, not even any magazines...nothing. So eventually my husband caught me re-reading "High Fidelity" by Nick Hornby for about the 6th time (that HE knows of.) I love that book (and most by others by Hornby) and I think I may have a bit of a crush on the main character (who can resist a depressed Englishman with a massive record collection?!) Being a good husband, and fearful that my brain would turn to rot he quickly offered to find me something else that I had not read before.

A minute later he returned with a copy of Rav A. Lichtenstien's "Leaves of Faith" (which I know for a fact he has not read although he bought it with the best of intentions at this year's YU sefarim sale.) Even the introduction was a hard read. That man has no mercy on his readership. I just felt stupid. I felt like a fourth [edited thanks P] grader reading the Wall Street Journal. Sure I could do it but it was so arduous that it just didn't feel like it was worth the effort.

I understood what I did read but after 4 pages I was tired.
"High fidelity" wins again. Sorry Rav Lichtenstien.