It was Sunday, about 7pm. I had just thrown a bridal shower for 40 guests, with little to no help from my "co-hostess." It was a lovely party, but I hadn't enjoyed it. I had witnessed some appalling behavior from one of the attendees. I had blown out my knee and scalded myself with boiling water. The "co-hostess" vacated the premises before clean-up. Now it was over. I needed a drink. And the wine stores were closed.
Instead, I turned to a book. It was the only book I had with me, and now I approached it with some weighty demands. It must not only entertain, it must also take me away from the stress of the weekend. It must enable me to forget my frustration, to stop dwelling on the bits and pieces of the day that had so angered me.
I'm happy to report that my book, Mister Pip, performed its duties admirably.
Michael talked about this book on our latest podcast episode, and that's what finally made me take it from the 'to-be-read' pile and throw it into my suitcase for the weekend. I'm so glad that I did. It's a novel about the power of literature to change lives, to inspire the imagination, and to change those who come in contact with the ideas put forth in books. It was exactly what I needed. I can't think of a more perfect companion with which to spend the evening.
I have about 50 pages to go. I will savor them tonight, with that long-awaited glass of wine.
Do you have a similar story -- a book that was just right, at just the moment you need it? Tell us about it in the comments.
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