Two days in and I'm already behind on my homework.
And the thing is, these are actually assignments I like. Especially this one. Because it's about books. And reading.
I have read for as long as I can remember. And I have reread for as long as I can remember. I have identified with more books than I can think of and have more quotes floating around on sticky notes than I will ever find. (I have a hard time desecrating a book with ink-or even pencil.) I have followed Elizabeth Bennett, Harry Potter, and Mary, Colin and Dickon far more closely than I ever followed The Brady Bunch, ER, or the exploits of The West Wing.
When I looked at Oma's assignment and saw Scout's smiling face my heart leapt. Somehow, through all my years of junior high, high school and the four plus years it took me to bring home a degree in, of all things, English literature, I had never read this masterpiece. I only discovered it this past spring and...well, words simply fail me. Suffice it to say, I think it should be passed out as a parenting manual with every new baby born. ("Car seat? Check. Diapers? Check. Copy of To Kill A Mockingbird?) We would all be better human beings if Atticus had been a part of our lives. (No disrespect intended to your parents or mine.)
But to narrow it down to just ONE book?
Sorry.
Can't be done.
I started instead, to think of books that I turn to for, well, I guess they could be called comfort books. You know, like comfort food...for the heart. And two leapt to mind...
Having Our Say
The Delaney Sisters First Hundred Years by Sarah and Elizabeth Delaney
and
A Year Down Yonder by Richard Peck
Having had a few unconventional older women influence who I am, I find something deeply satisfying in my soul is filled when I read these books.
I won't say anymore. I don't want to ruin the experience for you.
Enjoy.
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