So - after thinking I never would find another book as good as the last, I did. The name? Still Alice. It's a book that I wouldn't expect to like had I just read an abstract. But that's not what happened.
This past summer while on the Cape, I found a cool little bookstore on Main Street. In it, I found the book. I'm afraid to admit - I do judge a book by its cover. Always do. And think I've admitted this on more than one occassion.
The particular cover I am speaking of is white and blue and has a simple blue butterfly. So I picked it up, flipped to page 22 and read, read a few endorsements, perused the back cover. Hmm. But ultimately put it back.
Then a few weeks later, the author of Still Alice was having a book talk at Highfield Hall. Mmmm, again I thought. Still no action.
Then, while back in Tampa, the book again crossed my mind - I saw it and purchased it, then recommended it to my book club - though no one seemed all that interested.
Just this past weekend I zipped right through it - too fast - but last night I began again. You see the story is told by an unreliable narrator - one that suffers from Alzheimer's - Early Onset Alzheimer's, a curse worse than cancer the narrator proclaims. I found myself enthralled in it all.
So tonight - instead of being sad that I have come to the end of yet another great read and now must face the night alone again - I will re-read! Something I have not yet been inspired to do - at least not once right after the first. (Re-reading 1st period, 2nd period, then again 4th period doesn't count when you're teaching Shakespeare in High School - though I do find often syntax inverted.)
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