For my
city’s adult summer reading program, the game they set up forces you to broaden your
reading, including to a childhood favorite that you re-read.
So, I selected a Roald Dahl book that I remember very much loving as a kid but I don’t remember
much about apart from a few plot details and the fact that it was the first
book that I ever owned in hard cover.
One night,
I was out reading it at a bar, and a (younger) (white) (female) real estate
agent with a big floppy hat called out to me, and she said that it was the cutest thing ever that I was reading
that book.
This one
(Italian) guy I know was also at the bar, and he said that that Roald Dahl book
was the first book he ever read in English, back in Italy when he was a teenager, and he
mused that it’s probably better and more complicated than a lot of books for
adults.
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