For Christmas, my daughter got me Richard Ford’s latest novel “Canada.” I’m lucky enough to know Mr. Ford a little bit and when the book came out in May of last year, I was recovering from cataract surgery and actually couldn’t read the book or review it or interview him about his latest work. I felt bad about that.
In January as I was preparing to move to a new apartment here in Covington, Kentucky, I took “Canada” breaks. I didn’t want to read the novel quickly as I wanted to savor every word. In a way, I’m glad I didn’t have to review the book or take notes or think of questions I would ask Mr. Ford. I simply got to enjoy it. “Canada” is one of the best novels I’ve ever read. If you want to learn more about the book and its story, you can click here.
I finished the book shortly before the move. As I was starting to unpack boxes in my new apartment, I had another novel I was going to read. Its description sounded promising and I was anxious to start reading.
After the first 50 pages, I wasn’t so anxious to read anymore. I usually try to read any book from beginning to end and I did with this one, but when I was finished with it, I didn’t feel like I’d been anyplace at all. I didn’t feel moved like I did with Mr. Ford’s book.
That’s the problem with reading a really wonderful novel like “Canada.” Sometimes the next book you read is also just as good but most of the time it isn’t.
Sometimes if I read two or three books in a row that don’t do much for me, I’ll go back and reread a book that I know will do something for me. “Canada” will be one of those books I’ll be going back to.
My next post here will be on Sunday.
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