I have turned into the official librarian for my neighborhood. The next door lady, a mother of three boys of ages 6, 8 and 10, returned to me a brand new copy of a book as well as a literally dog-eared (as in their new German Shepherd puppy chewed on my autographed copy) Still Alice by Lisa Genova and asked, “May I have another book, please?”
She loved Still Alice and also mentioned that another book I gave her was just as great, Picoult’s My Sister’s Keeper.
I invited her over to look at books I have stacked here there and everywhere but I got impatient waiting for her, so I delivered a stack for her to choose from. The reason I took this photo is so I have a record of what I gave her and when. Now that I type this and think about what I did, I’m hoping she puts them on a high shelf… oh well!
She immediately picked The Book Thief because it was the one on top when I presented them. I asked if she wanted to know what it was about and she said,
“Nope. Did you like it?”
“Yes, one of the best I’ve read this year.”
“Then I trust you. Everything you’ve given me, I’ve liked.”
“uh, ok. Are you sure?”
“Yep, although… You do tend to read very emotional books.”
Do I? or is it only those FEW books that I’ve given her. I hadn’t thought of my reading like that. I can list a few non-emotionally-charged books, like Mauve and maybe Thunderstruck, certainly The Day the World Ended – it didn’t make me cry. All of these are nonfiction.
It just struck me funny, the blanket assessment of what I read based on two books I’ve shared. And really, can you look at this list and ASSUME what kind of reader I am? I think it shows a huge variety!
I’m really wondering what she’ll think of The Book Thief or if she caves to the stack, reads through the back covers and selects something else.