You must go to the library and check out this book. Our library actually didn’t have it, so I read it on an inter-library loan from Newport, New Hampshire. I have considered the ramifications for not returning it, just keeping it right here, but I suppose (with a sigh) I will return it.
There are some authors I can’t seem to read more than once. Take The Prince of Tides. Pat Conroy is one of the best, but every time I pass one of his other books, I keep walking. I’m afraid I’ll be disappointed, that it won’t measure up to the first one or that it’s going to take so much emotional energy I don’t have. Strange.
I believe this is apart of the appeal of many entertaining, commercially-driven books. I’m amazed that authors can put out a novel once a year. I’m reading one right now. It’s not usually the kind of book I pick up. But now I think I get it. It’s quick, gives you a nice high, some lows, and then it’s over and you don’t have to think too much about it. Sometimes we don’t want a deep and meaningful life lesson. We just want some entertainment, something you don’t have to give your heart and soul to. (Hmmm. Sounds like the dating game.) You might not even remember that you actually read it until you are rereading it years late and it’s only vaguely familiar. Julia gives a great write-up on why we should read classics.
Kate DiCamillo is a children’s author and man, she is so good! I loved The Tale of Despereaux and The Tiger Rising is sitting in my library bag. I imagine adults, teachers, teens, and children hanging on her every word, being moved by her prose and plot. With Despereaux and Edward Tulane, I was. Her chapters and sentences are short and to the point. She has a great vocabulary, but knows when to be sparse, packed with a punch. A great article on needless words is Here.
The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane is a book I began reading at night to my two little girls. Every night when I stopped reading, they would beg, “just one more chapter, please, please, please!” And I would read two sentences from the next chapter before shutting the book. I couldn’t wait for the next chapter either. We finished it this morning as we lay in bed with a summer stomach bug (oh yeah, that’s been real fun) but dear Edward (he’s a lost rabbit) made our morning bright. Read it. DiCamillo is a master of the metaphor of life. And I dare you not to cry.
Are you reading something you love? I always love a recommendation.
Have a great weekend!