While in Park City, B stopped by a book store. A wonderful little book store, full of brand new books and so many possibilities. And since B was picking them up by the handful, I decided that I wanted my own. So I wandered around, looking for one that wasn't too expensive, I actually wanted to read (whether I had already or not), and trying not to make it look like I just wanted one too.
I found myself in the children's/teen's section, and picked up this book Wonder. I had heard about it, though basically that adult book groups were reading it (in which case, I would use shy away from it). I knew it was a best-seller. I knew it was a fast-read. So I added it to our growing cart.
I read the whole thing in two days. And if you knew me, a children's book this long should have taken shorter. (True, I was on vacation and didn't have the time to just sit and read for hours straight like I sometimes do.) And while I was engrossed in the story while I was reading it, as soon as I put it down, I promptly forgot about it. There is supposed to be something that I learn from this one, right? There was supposed to be something that I took away from this and applied to my own life, right? I mean, isn't that why all these book discussion groups were talking about it? But I just didn't get it.
And I still don't. I might read it again, if I ever got really bored and the library wasn't open or I had a lot of fines. (Only then do I peruse the bookshelves in our house, full of books I've already read but can't get rid of for some reason.) I might have my kids read it, when they're old enough. But really, if someone wanted to borrow it and never gave it back, I wouldn't mind. If someone wants to discuss it with me, that's fine too. But I won't have too much to say about it. It was a good vacation read. But I'm glad I'm on to other things.
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