”It’s the little things you do together … that make perfect relationships/
The hobbies you pursue together, savings you accrue together, looks you misconstrue together/
That make marriage a joy.”
The above lines from Stephen Sondheim’s musical Company popped into my head as I was reading Patti O’Shea’s Edge of Dawn. I found this book spectacularifically generic in almost every way, except in its depiction of the couple’s pastimes. Unlike many romances in which couples seem to share everything but parents, Ms. O’Shea’s characters had mutually exclusive – exclusive, mind you – hobbies. He tinkers with cars. She loves art. Both hobbies bore the hell out of the other, and the other knows it. But does it affect their relationship? Not a whit.