Saturday, February 12, 2011
The Expat Book Club
Picture this: two fourteen year bookworms, sprawled out on the shores of Lake Michigan, reading for hours. This was typical Mary/Kelley behavior that summer. I was lucky enough to tag along with her family for a vacation that involved boating, sand dunes, and lots and lots of reading. I decided to tackle Daphne du Maurier's classic 'Rebecca' while my dear friend lugged around an impressively large, hard-covered book called 'The Eight.' Between our conversations about boys and books, I decided that I wanted to read this novel about chess, nuns, and historical intrigue.
And then, like most distracted teenagers, once that summer vacation ended, I promptly forgot about the book.
This Christmas, the ever wonderful Mary surprised me with my very own copy of 'The Eight,' not only bringing back memories of that blissful summer, but giving me an exciting read this past week. It was the perfect blend of action, adventure, history, love, and (I can't believe I'm saying it) math. And to make this girl appreciate math, well, that's saying something.