There were a lot of parent/teacher conferences when I was a child. The school thought that perhaps I had a hearing problem, probably today they would assume I had a learning disability. I entered kindergarten when I was 4. At that point I had been reading for over a year. Surely, I was gifted. If gifted meant letting me sit in a room alone with a stack of books, not to be bothered by the yelling and smelliness of other children...well then I guess I was. But mostly I was weird. A shy, prone to bouts of unexplained tears, little weirdo, who read.
Then I grew up. And became...a quiet and sometimes socially awkward (I hate being called shy), prone to bouts of unexplained tears, big weirdo, who reads.
I read quite fast and usually finish a book a week if I'm busy-three if I'm not. I also passed these genes on to my oldest daughter. At 6 she read Harry Potter in two days. I'm pretty sure it weighed more than she did. Now I'm not saying any of this to brag. As with anything, if you do it all the time, you become pretty good at it. And I am so not a book snob. I like romance and action and young adult and mystery. I've read Danielle Steele and Tolstoy. I prefer Danielle Steele. My daughter prefers medical mysteries and fantasy. Our tastes rarely overlap. Until she handed me Harvest by Tess Gerritsen.
Tess Gerritsen is the creator of the Rizzoli and Isles series. The TV show characters bear little resemblance to the books. I definitely prefer the books.
On Saturday we traveled 30 miles to a small book store to buy the latest Rizzoli and Isles book and to meet Ms. Gerritsen. There were a million questions I was going to ask her. I have never been to a book signing and I have to admit, I was starstruck. She walked in through the squeaky screen door and laughed as she apologized for being late because she was stuck in traffic. She talked for about 30 minutes and was so very kind and intelligent and lovely and when she asked if anyone had any questions, well the concept of communicative language joined my mathmatical comprehension and I knew that if I opened my mouth I would just embarrass myself. But I did get a picture of Kass and her favorite author.
Which is pretty darn cool. Kass read the book Saturday afternoon. I finished Sunday. One book, two days--see I can do math. Just don't ask either of us to join a game of dodge ball, we'll be in the corner...reading.
Smiles from the farm,