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Wednesday, January 11, 2012
David Is Doing My Homework!
Upright, angled, falling and on the ground
Book clubs, reading groups—call them what you will, they tend to
become (especially the smaller ones, I’m sure) very tight-knit little
fellowships as years go by. The reading group I’ve been in the longest—I’d say
it’s been at least six years, maybe more, that we’ve been getting together as
time permits—meets only five times a year. There are five of us in it (all
women), and busy schedules make even our five meetings difficult to schedule,
but we persevere, and so it happens that sometimes we meet even when all five
of us have not completed the book under discussion. Not reading the whole book?
Isn’t that heresy?
Here I must say, not so much boasting of a virtue as admitting
to a compulsion, that so far in our history I have always come to meetings
having started at the beginning and made my way completely through the book in
question, but my perfect record is headed for the dustbin this month. I have
been so busy with Dante and with book reviews and with proof-reading and with
being outdoors (both with Sarah and without), keeping up with multiple blogs
and wrapping up year-end bookkeeping, that when, of three possible dates for us
to meet, the very earliest was fixed upon (not my preference, you may
be sure!), my heart sank. “I’ll do my best” was all I could promise.
My outdoor companion, always ready to go
Then on Monday, having read only the first three pages, I handed
David the book so he would have something to read while I visited a friend in
the hospital. I told him he would find the story “gripping.” Understatement!
When I got back to the car I don’t think he’d even realized I’d been gone, and
he has been engrossed in his reading ever since. Now and then he puts down the book to give me a report on what is happening “now” to the main character. He has also
been telling all his friends about this fabulous book.
What can I say in my own defense? David is not writing a paper
for me. (If he wrote anything I would publish it here under his name, not
mine.) He won’t be taking a test for me. (There is no test, or I would be
reading the book right this minute!) And, really, would it not be unkind to separate him
from a story he is enjoying so very much, just so I can complete an “assignment”?
Don’t you want to know what the book is? It is Laura Hillenbrand’s
Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption. And there’s
another copy at my bookstore in Northport, if Bruce didn’t make off with it today after
David’s rave review!