Before Christmas I went to the Loveland Library but their copy was already gone; I didn’t have any road trips planned, no Denver outings, so a book on tape wouldn’t work this month. Next I checked the Poudre Library District online and all of their 4 copies were out.
Finally I chose Prospector (inter-library loan) and hoped for the best. After all, I was early and most people have time off work over the holidays. Surely they must read then?
When the calendar announced our Book Club meeting last Tuesday I was still bookless. Since I did have a business meeting that would make me late for the Book Club discussion, I opted out with regrets.
The book arrived Wednesday. Go figure.
But since “Olive” had traveled all the way from Greeley, and inter-library loans are usually short with no renewals, I dug right in.
It jazzes me to experience a story unfolding – I simply love it when I have no idea what a book or movie is about.† It’s hard in this age of information to maintain such an innocence, but when it does happen, I am enthralled.
Reading a book this way is truly like taking the author’s hand and allowing myself to be led around unfamiliar territory.† This book is unfamiliar Ö in style and content. Olive Kitteridge is odd, quirky and thoroughly engaging.
Thanks to the savvy readers in my Book Club for yet again launching me on a worthwhile journey.