On Tuesdays, I have a 45-minute gap between picking up Daughter One and Daughter Two from school. This is a period during which I and ‘Daughter the First’ (the pre-teen) family-bond (a.k.a: kill time) by grabbing a pretzel at the mall, getting a dozen eggs, or (sometimes) settling up debts with my bookie.
Today, we wasted/cherished that time at the Eagle Rock Library.
After perusing the aisles, Julianna (she’s 12) pulls Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities off of the shelf.
I do a double-take.
Of the two books I actually read in high school, this one was my favorite. (I still hate Thomas Hardy, scarred by the moors and the heaths and the sorrow.)
Julianna: I actually want to read this book. Over Spring Break. A Tale of Two Cities.
So, today is clearly the Best of Times. Quite, literally. (God, that’s funny…. Anyone? Literature fans? Best? Times? Crickets? No one?)
She’ll read it over Spring Break!
Bookie: You, wanna bet?