I could always tell a relationship was doomed to fail when I discovered a guy I was dating didn’t read. The longest relationship I’ve ever had besides my marriage was with a non-bookworm who only occasionally read, and even then it was comic books. Three years of me trying to work him up to graphic novels, hoping from there he’d at least transition to genre paperbacks. Any book would do as long as it didn’t have pictures. Based on his favorite films, I even bought him books as gifts, the spines of which remained dishearteningly uncreased.
This, my friends, is why you should never settle.