Books

I always tell the kids not to lend out a book unless you are prepared to not get it back. And it's funny, because I've started to think of books as sort of fluid, I buy them, people give them to me, I give them to other people, sometimes they come back, sometimes they don't. I went to a rummage sale last spring, before Ben and Christy were leaving (perhaps you'll remember the wedding on top of Mount Pelly?) and I bought a couple of books. One of which I read and then it was lying about when my friend Karen came over. She saw it and said, "Oh, I've lost my copy of that, and I haven't read it yet." I said, "Did you lend it to Christy?" She replied that she may have done. I gave her the book. A week or so later, I was at Patti's and saw a Minette Walters on the floor that I haven't read. I asked to borrow it. When I brought it back, Patti looked at it in confusion and said, "Actually I don't know that that was my book in the first place." Last time I was at her house, it had moved to a shelf. Hopefully its owner feels the same way we do.

If you haven't yet, read Three Cups of Tea. It's not at all related to the Five People you Meet in Heaven stuff, like I thought...