I remember where I read that…

Do you have indelible memories of reading a certain book in a certain place?

Geraldine Brooks’ People of the Book anchored me to my couch for an entire day. I could not put it down. In fact, I resented having to stop reading long enough to turn on the lamp when the daylight faded.

I read The Lovely Bones, by Alice Sebold, on a flight from Dallas to Boston. My husband wondered why I was crying when we were headed to a much-anticipated vacation.

The Constant Gardener, by John le Carre, kept me company on the dock outside a friend’s house in Maine. The day started out foggy; I didn’t even notice when the fog cleared. I got a sunburn.





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