I loved the last post so much and all of the comments that I couldn’t bring myself to write a new one last week. I didn’t have much to say anyway. I was in the end-of-a-book blues. Do you ever get those? Of course you don’t, because you’re probably one of those normal people who read through a book quickly to get to the story and the great finale of it. I like to savor a book for at least a week though. It’s not that I read slowly. I just don’t get a lot of moments around here for sustained silent reading.
I like to find a book that’s good for that. Pleasant enough that I want to live with it for a while and consider the characters friends. That way, when I do get the moments to read, I’m so excited to see what they’re up to now.
Well, with this philosophy, I sort of get the blues when I finish the last page. It’s like a good friend moving away, suddenly and permanently and without really finishing the whole story. Last week I finished a great memoir called The Middle Place. It was so well written, and the author was so relatable. She had cancer the year before I did. In a weird, yet typical coincidence, she talks about reading about Brad and Jennifer in a People magazine in the waiting room at the radiation clinic. I talked about the very same thing on my website, only it was Brad and Angelina when it was my turn. Anyway, I was sad to close the chapter on her. I wanted to keep hearing her voice.
Last week that seemed like a boring thing to say in a blog post. But today it seems fitting, because Randy Pausch passed away this weekend. Do you know of him? If not, get yourself to You Tube right this second and search for his name. Or go to a book store and purchase The Last Lecture. He was told he had terminal cancer not long (enough) ago, and he gave the world a really lovely gift as he was leaving us. His lecture, which is now a book, has some of the simplest, most beautiful inspiration anyone could ever give, and I so wish his children could have had him longer than they did.
That’s why my book blues seem fitting. Because I definitely don’t feel the world was done with Randy Pausch. I know his family wasn’t. And I feel so sorry for how desperately they must miss his voice.
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