It’s been two weeks since I’ve read for pleasure. That’s quite an admission for me. I had started Chris Cleave’s Little Bee, which I like very much, but life interfered. There were essays to respond to, parent conferences to ready for, and then blogposts to write and read for this Slice of Life Challenge. I also got sidetracked by a book that promised to help me review theme, etc. with my students, but in the end it turned out to be a liar.
So when I picked it up again on yesterday, I really needed a refresher on what was happening. The book is told by two narrators, one an undocumented Nigerian immigrant in the U.K. and the other a Londoner she met briefly while abroad. Something dramatic took place within this brief encounter that you as the reader have to unravel. Cleave plays with time a bit if this weren’t difficult enough. But his language and storytelling are powerful enough to make me want to do this work.
When I’m not reading, I feel adrift and untethered. What will I think about before I fall asleep at night? What will I talk about with my friends? I also feel a bit like an imposter. I tell my students that you can always make time for what’s really important, but sometimes you just can’t. So happy to be able to lose myself in pages again.
I’m participating in the Slice of Life Challenge. Won’t you join me?