Do you love books? Here's some dating advice that GalleyCat picked up while reading giveaway submissions last week. Never, ever, date another book lover--settle down with a baseball player, a rocket scientist, or sculptor instead.

By popular demand, here are a few of our readers explaining what books ruined their relationships. One reader wrotes: "Tropic of Cancer [killed] any chances of resuscitating a relationship years down the road. Trolling around the Internet one day I found some comments [my ex] had made in an online forum about the book, and Miller, and me, and its and his and my shared vileness and supposed misogyny. I'll risk cliche by saying that book has shaped my life -- if it hadn't before I read her views on it, it has now, at least. The second go is naught."

Another reader recalled a doomed date: "I should have known by the crazed glint in his eye when I mentioned that [my name] comes from an Ayn Rand novel. 'The Fountainhead is the greatest book ever written,' he said with the certainty one finds only in people who haven't read much. And then he went on to give me lessons in Objectivism. I couldn't even make it to dessert. Which is a shame because that restaurant has terrific creme brulee."