Drew Cline from the Manchester Union Leader e-mails with his cool bookworm love story:

Kathryn…I have to second John’s mention of The Brothers Karamazov because not only is it one of the greatest, most complex and profound novels I’ve ever read, but I owe my marriage to it.
One night my roommate and I went out to my favorite pub, and there was this gorgeous woman at the other end of the bar. I realized that if I did not hit on her, my life would forever be filled with doubt and regret. Unfortunately, she had recently decided to exile romance from her vocabulary for an indefinite period. I was, it would seem, doomed. But not deterred. In the course of my scrambling attempt to start and maintain a conversation, we established that we shared the same alma mater and the same major, and both had spent the summer after graduation living in London. The ice was thawing. But the wariness remained in her eyes. Then, thank God, one of us brought up literature. We immediately discovered that we were both in the middle of The Brothers Karamazov. Now, this did more than open up an immense topic of conversation. It thundered an alarm from heaven. What are the odds of meeting someone after midnight in a bar who graduated from the same college at the same university you did, has the same career and recreational interests, AND happens to be reading the same 150-year-old, 900-page Russian novel? Miniscule, I’d wager. Clearly Dostoyevsky was drawing us together for some higher purpose. It was fate. Definitely fate.

The moral of the story, natch: Singles: Hit Amazon! (My get-NRO-rich-quick-scheme for 2005: A Corner dating manual. I can see it now…Can you even imagine?)