The New York Times has a story about how tastes in books affect relationships and compatibility. Basically, whether there are literary dealbreakers. The article is totally pretentious, but of course it is, and I love this stuff.

I’m not too much of a judger, but I’ll fully admit I judge people by their books. It’s not a great way of doing things. I don’t think I’ve ever actually dated any of the guys I was initially attracted to for literary reasons, and it’s probably better that way.
But, yes, I fully believe in literary dealbreakers and try to convince myself I don’t. Refusing to read novels or saying certain authors are boring are certainly grounds for dismissal in my opinion, though both of those represent cases where I’m glad I didn’t actually follow through.

One day I will stop trying to force books on people and getting the guys I know to stop smoking. Then we will all be adults and our lives will be more boring.

UPDATE: I should explain that whenever I feel inclined to judge, I remember that I have no definable taste in music whatsoever. That balances things out.