Today I didn’t want to write anything. The reason I didn’t want to write anything is because I spent most of the day reading something. Yoga was yoga. Again it was hot and humid, but for the second day in a row. I reigned in my mind, set my intention, and came through despite the weather. After a brief rest, my sister and I then proceeded to the beach and read the afternoon away. Around 3.30 we were chased from the beach by an impending thunderstorm. We got home, showered, poured wine, made a snack and receded even further into our books.
I’m reading Jodi Picoult’s newest, “Between the Lines”. Unlike “The Next Best Thing”, it’s the story in this book that has me mesmerized, not the title. The most interesting part happened even before I started the story. Picoult’s teenage daughter actually called her with the story idea and the two of them wrote it together over the course of two years.
The story idea the girl pitched to her mother is both original and ingenious. Picoult describes her daughter as a writer of stories since she was a young child. For a teenager to come up with such a unique idea for a book puts this girl in a class of her own and I can see a future on the best seller list for her.
Although the book is a young adult book, like Hunger Games, it holds my attention. It incorporates both the real and unreal in that very same way where you just feel the unreal can be real. It’s a fast read – great for the beach. I recommend it just for the fact to see what an amazing young person came up with, besides it being highly entertaining.
And so, as another day goes by, I need to get back to the world Between The Lines, and….I guess, I have written.
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