Someone asked me not long ago to name my favorite book….and I stood there, like a deer in the headlights, stunned, shocked and unresponsive, for like twenty minutes, while I opened and closed my mouth several times and uttered “Ummmm.”
Now, I’m going to digress for a
moment so please bear with me. Stephen King, in his book Dream Catcher,
compared the brain/mind of one of his characters with a large, dusty,
kinda/sorta warehouse/attic filled with boxes and file cabinets of memories. I
have taken this concept (because I loved it) and now have neat rows (in my
brain) of memories in file cabinets with the drawers labeled so I pulled open
the drawer titled books and….well, there were so many…we’re not talking
hundreds, we’re talking thousands…how can I possibly choose?
For number of times I’ve read
the same book? Well, that’s a toss up between The Kadin by Bertrice Small,
Paint the Wind by Cathy Cash Spellman (and don’t I always cry in the same
place? Every time?), and The Stand by Stephen King (all of which have been read
at least ten times). Reading the same book over and over again, however, does
not make it my favorite book. It’s one I love, one I choose to read again, one
that I will never give up (except for Paint the Wind, which I loaned to someone
and never got back), but not necessarily my favorite.
Is it one I’ve recommended to
others? Well, I recommend books all the time so that didn’t help with my
answer.
The poor person who asked me the
question will probably never ask me another question again because I could not
answer her (and still can’t). How can I? There are just too many to choose
from! Can you name yours?
As always, happy reading!
Marie

