In 1980 my daughter and I were in Mexico. We had read everything we brought with us, including each other’s books. When I looked at English language paperbacks, the price seemed exorbitant, especially if I had to buy one for each of us, so I came up with a solution: I bought one paperback and tore out each page as I read it, passing the page to my daughter.
A different solution:
A few years later, this same daughter was meeting her grandmother in the Orlando airport as they each flew in from different cities. Mary-Ellen’s plane was late, and when she saw her grandmother, who at the time was in her mid- 80’s, she apologized profusely.
“Don’t you worry,” said Grandma. “I had a book, and when I got to the end, I just turned back to the beginning and started again because I couldn’t remember the story!”
We make a joke about this in our family, asking, “Did you reach the one book stage yet?”
I’m still not there, but when someone asks me about a book I read last week, and all I can recall is that I either liked or disliked it, I do start to wonder!
© Dorothy C. Judd
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