''Andy, for heaven's sake, why can't you just talk to me once in awhile?'' whines his wife, Sonia. ''Huh?'' Andy responds. ''Look around you,'' Sonia yells as she points around the room. ''All these books. Your head is always buried in books. You don't even know I'm alive!'' ''Oh. I'm sorry,'' mutters Andy. ''You know, sometimes I wish I were a book. Then you'd at least look at me,'' explodes Sonia. ''Hmmm,'' Andy mumbles deep in thought, ''then at least I could take you to the library every few days and change you for something more interesting.''