Vinnie Reading
Vinnie in the guest room of my house in Toronto. (This is the room I sleep in when I go home now.)
Vinnie likes to read. I get the feeling from talking to him that he doesn't read as much as he would like. Vinnie stayed at my house for one night last Christmas, while trying to locate where his various family Christmas dinners and parties would be held. He started reading my Phaidon photo book, a gift from Martha, at some point on the evening he arrived. I don't know how far he got before he left the next day, but he was still reading the book when I went to bed.