I'm reading my dad's favorite book, A River Runs Through It, or maybe novela is a better word. It's special to me because out of all the thousands of books he's read in his life it's right up there at the top and I'm trying to read it through his eyes. And it's not exactly my style, it's more of a Hemingway man kind of story but, I'm determined to like it and appreciate it. It's about two brothers who fly fish on the banks of Montana. And I can see why my dad loves it, it appeals to the transcendentalist in him.
I've found two things in the small paperback book that made me smile. One was an old sterling silver bookmark with the word Longfellow inscribed into it in neat cursive. The top is a large amythest stone. I showed it to my dad on skype and he said that it had been his mother's and that she gave it to him while in college.
Two, I was reading it today after class when a newspaper clipping fell out. It was old and yellow and my dad had scribbled August 4, 1990 at the top. It was Norman Maclean's obituary clip. I thought that was pretty special.
Next on my list:
The Color Purple (In Spanish)
Three Cups of Tea (In Spanish)
Life of Pi (English)