I recently re-read
(for maybe the 20th time) The Kadin. This is one of my favorite
stories from Bertrice Small. The book is tattered and dog-eared and held
together with tape and rubber bands and yet, it remains one of my favorites,
despite its well-loved appearance. I fell in love with it the very first time I
read it soooo many years ago (curled up on the corner of my couch, wearing my
favorite bathrobe—I had that robe for 35 years…it was pink and fuzzy and oh so
warm…..what can I say? I hang on to things—I brought that book with me from
I’ve said before that I’ve been
fortunate and blessed and I truly believe that. A lot of those feelings stem
from having such wonderful friends in my life (people as well as books). There
are a couple girls from High School I’m still in touch with….we haven’t seen
each other for years, but I know if I pick up the phone (or message on
Facebook), it’s like we just saw each other yesterday—we seem to pick up right
where we left off. There is my Friday night group (although we’re much more
than a Friday night group—we are family, there for each other through good
times and bad). I’ve known some of them for almost thirty years, some not as
long, but time doesn’t matter….I love them all.
There are friends from the
neighborhood and from where I used to work and ones from where I work now.
Friends I met through my writing (I now consider these ladies my sisters). And
there is my DH—we were friends before we married and he’s still my best friend
thirty-six years later. So next time you’re perusing your bookshelf, looking for something new to read, don’t pass by that beaten and battered old book. Take if off the shelf. Sit down, get comfortable and reacquaint yourself with a long-lost, treasured friend.
As always, happy
reading!
Marie
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