Aloha! I’m writing this blog post from the tropical confines of my desk, where it’s humid as balls and it making my hair resemble that of one of the Supremes. Check out this gorgeous view!
Obviously, I’m not really enjoying a tropical vacation right now, but I’m pretending because I really wish I was. Instead of lounging on the beach with a cocktail, this morning I got to enjoy the scenery of my doctor’s office. It was cheaper than traveling, at least. For the low price of $50 I got to piss in a cup and get punched in the kidney! Now that I think about it, it kind of makes me think of my childhood in New Jersey. Oh, the memories…
Speaking of memories, I have a random question for you guys. Do you retain book-related memories? Not memories of the actual books/content, but of the events happening in your life at the time you were reading them?
Interestingly, I can recall very vividly what I was doing and where I was at the time I read several books. I remember laying poolside the summer after I graduated college, devouring Outlander. Lying on the rug in my pink bedroom, next to a pile of stuffed animals, reading Grimm’s Fairy Tales when I was a little girl. Sitting at the corner of the table in my high school cafeteria, reading Wicked for the first time. Hanging out on the bench outside my best friend’s shop, reading The Ocean at the End of the Lane, while the fall foliage floated down from the huge tree directly in front of me.
This doesn’t happen with every single book I read, but it’s been interesting to see which books have left lasting impressions.
Does this happen to you? What are some of your favorite book memories?