I knew a guy in college who kept a couple copies of Dostoevsky on his nightstand (in the same spot, untouched) so that whoever came to his home would think he was well-read and had good taste in literature. I was sadly one of the women who fell for this until two years later when I realized he was just another of the frauds that LA was teeming with.

Lesson learned: don’t judge a man by his book collection.