Today I gave away a book I’ve had in my car trunk for months.* I originally bought that copy of Little Brother, by Cory Doctorow, to give to a cousin on Christmas Eve. Then Dad and I skipped the festivities in Madison due to bad driving weather. The lovely metal measuring cups intended for the grab bag exchange migrated quickly into my kitchen. The book languished unread on my shelves.
I eat lunch in restaurants most work days (okay, every work day). Since I read at lunch I end up having many bookish conversations with restaurant employees. A young manager at Olive Garden and I had several conversations about reading. He wants to start reading, but wasn’t sure where to start and never gets around to it. I recommended a few things based on some books he liked. That evening I decided I’d give him my extra copy of Little Brother. Today is the first time I’ve seen him since. He said he has been working nights. I hope he enjoys it. I’ve now given away three copies of that book. Or is it four? It’s one of the books I grab now for literacy drives where you donate books at the book store counter.*I tried to write boot instead of trunk but I just couldn’t do it. I love my MINI Cooper, watch way too much British TV drama and sometimes call my condo a flat, but I cannot use boot instead of trunk. Not naturally anyway. There is some kink in my mind that goes wonky if I try.