|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!
|Sarah in the late afternoon sunshine|