I have not read a really good book in a long time. Too long. So long that for a moment, I thought, “maybe I don’t like reading anymore”. What a horrifying thought! Thankfully I was wrong. Thankfully, I picked up the book “The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian” By Sherman Alexie.
I read the book in two days. I could have easily finished it in one if I hadn’t been trying to savor it so much. I kind of failed at savoring it. But anyway, I discovered Sherman Alexie in my most hated university class. For some stupid reason I decided to take an English class. I guess I didn’t remember how much I hated English in high school. See, I love reading. I love writing. I even love the technical aspects of writing. But English is not about reading or writing. It’s about analyzing and symbolism and making reading a chore.
The ONLY thing I liked about that class was getting the chance to read the short story “This is What It Means To Say Phoenix, Arizona“. And that is how I discovered Sherman Alexie.
And for the first time in a long time, I loved a book. I couldn’t wait to come home from work so I could read.
I actually cried at the end. I missed the character so much. I missed the writing style. I missed it all.
And that makes me very, very happy.