Sunday, May 27, 2012

On Book Binding

My mother and father didn't read books, they read magazines. So while I can attribute my magazine obsession to them (from Oprah to People to The New Yorker to Rolling Stone) my book obsession I attribute to boredom, and confusion, and the desire for a safe haven in a complex childhood. This article in The Times today about a son's book club with his dying mother, touched me tremendously even though I couldn't relate to doing it with a parent. There is something very precious about a tiny book club of two. I've felt this way with my friend Suzie, who has incredible taste in books, and my sister, who is the only person who understood all the reasons I sobbed over The Lovely Bones. Book clubs aren't for everyone. But the right book can bind you forever, and give you memories as vivid as a shared vacation.

4 comments:

Unknown said...

That was a really lovely article from NYT. Wallace Stegner's "Crossing to Safety" was the very first book we read in my book club, now 17 years strong! And oh, how "The Lovely Bones" moved me (us). I read it in 2 sittings, staying up late into the wee hours of the morning, something I rarely do. I wouldn't watch the movie version -- I wanted no new visions or interpretations to tarnish that amazing story!

Kris McCulloch said...

I am not sure why it says "unknown" -- that comment is from me, your sister :)

kelly said...

Ah, parts of you must be unknown! :-)

Kris McCulloch said...

One must keep some mystery to one's inner self... I am sure that MOST parts of me are unknown :)