I’ve been tagged!
The tagger: Jeanne at Necromancy Never Pays. The meme: questions about reading. Here we go!
Most memorable experience reading a book?
I either can’t think of the MOST memorable or have lots of examples crowding the forefront of my brain clamoring to be mentioned. I’m going to go with the answer I choose when someone asks me if I read fast. (I read faster in High School than I do now, I think…)
My dad is always reading. My dad can watch TV (sports, of course), nap and read all at the same time but that’s not the point of this story. When I was a kid and would read books while Dad was also reading – and watching baseball, I would attempt to keep the same pace. I wanted to be able to read as fast as my dad. I would push myself and compete with him for who would turn pages faster! Eventually, I was able to match his speed and then surpass. I have no idea if he noticed it or not…
I can recall reading The Reader by Bernard Schlink on the flight from San Francisco back to KC (or Omaha? Hub swears we stopped in Denver, too. Year? 1999 maybe) – but I only remember how moving the book was. I was crying and able to finish the last page just in time to grab my luggage and exit the plane. The timing was perfect.
Most unusual place for reading a book? Once when Hub and I were traveling in South Central Missouri, I was reading a book while sitting in the passenger side of the front seat of the car. Not that unusual, unless you consider the kinds of hills and roads we were driving on – up and down and right curve, left curve, etc. I recall mentioning that I wasn’t feeling that good, a bit nauseous – IT HAD NOT OCCURRED TO ME THAT reading in the car was probably what was making me sick! After Hub told me to put the book away, I felt better. Give me straight level roads and I can read in the car just fine.
Another memorable reading was sitting in the cab of a truck in western Kansas reading The Other Boleyn Girl. It was early in my blogging days and I remember thinking about how I would review it. My husband and friends were slogging through the cold windy fields blasting away at pheasants and I was warm and reading my book. Good times.
Most dangerous place I’ve ever read a book? In the car. While I was driving. I-70 between Boonville and Columbia MO. Not proud of myself for attempting this, but tis true…
Most luxurious experience reading a book? By the pool at the Phoenician Resort in Scottsdale AZ. Very nice. 🙂
Funniest experience reading a book? I was early to an author event and brought along 84 Charing Cross Road by Helene Hanff. I know I was laughing out loud and often – I loved this little charmer! When I looked up, the previously empty room was full of people and the author was about to be presented. It was a cool feeling to know that I had escaped into my own world and woke up to a different setting yet a bit embarrassed because I think I was laughing pretty hard.