When I found myself in the Edmonton, Alberta airport last month, surrounded by snow and folks wearing parkas, I decided on a book purchase instead of a trip out of doors. Don’t get me wrong. I love Edmonton. Three of my favorite people were born there. But there was snow. My flimsy nylon traveling sweat suit kept me behind the thick windows. Never have I purchased a book in an airport…. I didn’t have high hopes. But my brain needed stimulation and there were four blank hours staring me in the face. At the overpriced shop, I came upon this gem:
On first perusal of the contents, I realized that the entire book was written in letters. I reminisced with heartwarming thoughts of one of my favorite children’s books The Jolly Postman and Other People’s Letters.
Oh was I in for a treat. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society ended up being historical (my FAV!) set in France and England just after WWII. The story involves a writer and all of the unique and utterly unbelievable people with whom she corresponds. I cuddled with every jot and tittle. Now I yearn to travel to Guernsey to see the steep shores and the stone houses and the green countryside. The creativity dreamed up for these folks in horrible times was amusing and very well written. My interest was held until the last page was turned.
Then tonight, my heart skipped a beat or two when I discovered this:
2013… NEXT YEAR the movie will appear on the big screen for me to love all over again. Mom, we’ll have to go on opening day just like we did for The Help!