Cho smiled brightly, "Well in that case, pinot grigio please. And as for the book..." She leaned forward, remembering back to her Austen kick the summer after her fourth year. She'd been taken with the idea of a grand romance back then, and her mother had been all too happy to share her love for muggle literature. The great Jane her mum had called Austen. "Well, it's her first book. Not my favorite of hers, but I do truly love everything she wrote, so that's not a critique, I promise. I was in a romantic mood when I was 14 or so and Mum let me spend a whole summer reading Austen." She sighed wistfully. It hadn't been long after that she'd started seeing Cedric, who was just what she'd wanted - dashing, humorous, handsome, and truly good.
"What other muggle literature have you read?" She knew Astoria hadn't read much, but figured she'd probably started somewhere before now.