Today after work, I went to the library to return ‘One Shot’ (Lee Child), which was, by the way, a pretty good read (although a little predictable). Seeing as there’s still roughly a month of holidays left, I decided to borrow another book to read.
Again, I had no particular title in mind, but this time I wanted to read something from a female author. No, this is not my subtle feminist movement. I just like to have some sort of a balance between works by male and female authors. They do write differently and about different things, after all.
So I walked the aisles of the library’s fiction section, starting with ‘A’, looking for something that stood out. I think I got to ‘D’ and was starting to despair at the lack of interesting-looking books, when I had a thought to have a look at what Jodi Picoult novels the library had, since I’ve never read any of her books before, but have always been quite keen to.
And, just as a side note, I do know that it is supposedly wrong to judge a book by its cover (or its title or spine or size or any external/physical property for that matter), but I recently saw something on TV about how publishers and authors spend lots of money on cover designs and all that (I’m sure they think long and hard about titles and stuff, too). So, you know, first impressions do count (for books, anyway – possibly applicable to people, but that’s a discussion for another time).
Anyway, I made a beeline to the ‘P’ section and soon had a copy of ‘My Sister’s Keeper’ in my temporary possession.
I started reading it when I got home and, I must say, I like it already. I don’t think I’ve ever read anything like it. I mean, the regular-changing-of-whose-perspective-you’re-reading-from format is something I’ve encountered with ‘The Time Traveler’s Wife’ (Niffenegger), but the subject matter is different.
Actually, now that I think about it more, the subject matter isn’t all that different (both centre around a seemingly incurable condition), but it’s applied to a teenage girl rather than a grown man, and it’s more real-life rather than bordering on science fiction.
Ok, well, that doesn’t matter. They’re both good books.
What I was going to write about before I got into this preamble ramble was that the book has been making me think about appreciating what I have (and appreciating not having certain things that I don’t have).
Negative thoughts reside in all human minds, but only in the shadows. The trick is to let others bring light into your world.