I (re-)read 50 Years of Stupid Grammar by Geoffrey K. Pullum today and I still love it. I love the angry, yet well-structured logic (it reminds me of David Mitchell on QI, with the highest respect to both of them), and I love how passionate he is about his subject.
I discovered the Language Log blog while on my honeymoon in Thailand, at about 3am local time the day we arrived, when I was completely unable to sleep despite having been awake for some uncounted hours at that point. My shiny new husband was sound asleep and snoring in the other part of our suite, and I was curled up with my laptop on the sofa geeking out about language.
Why, yes, that does represent a microcosm of our relationship, why do you ask?
I made a determined yet futile attempt to catch up on their backlog, but these days I just dip in and out as the mood takes me. I still have a couple of articles pinned to my quick access toolbar, and I’m pretty stingy when it comes to that piece of prime real estate, so that will tell you just how much I value them.
In fact, over time, they converted me from a staunch but closet prescriptivist into a kinder, softer, more rational way of being. I’ve always loved language, but they helped me to fall in love with it all over again.
I’m not going to spoil the ending for you; if you want to know how, you’ll just have to go read it yourself.