A Good Read

Usually I resist buying hard covers but I had heard a favorable review on NPR about Ann Patchett’s newest novel. So when I stopped by our neighborhood bookstore for something else and saw first edition, signed copies, that sealed the deal. I was thrilled with my purchase. Then my friend’s mother went on hospice, a friend who is also one of three girls, like the daughters in the book, and I gave it to her.

Later the next day I was with Mom and stopped to buy sunflower seeds for her bird feeder, along with another photo album. She complained that those purchases weren’t necessary but when I asked if she’d feel better if I bought them with her credit card, she said, “Sure, and I hope you’ll buy something for yourself from me too.”

The only thing I could think of that I wanted was my own copy of Tom Lake. I secretly hoped I could still get a signed copy but that didn’t matter as much as having a good book for a luxurious nonstop read when we got to the beach. Mom replied that was a great idea and she hoped I’d pick one up for her too at her expense. I don’t care what they say about Alzheimer’s; she’s still got it when it counts.

Such luck. When I got back to the bookshop there were four signed copies left so I, meaning Mom, bought them all. My sisters each have one coming their way.

And, once again, Annie P. does not disappoint. I cracked the book yesterday and have happily galloped through, sunk still and deep into a good story, marveling at her writing prowess.

Thanks, Mom. We now have our own sweet story about this book. And here’s to supporting independent bookstores and good literature.