Yesterday for lunch I went to Stoneleigh P's. SP has a fantastic juke box and it's free between 11am and 3pm, so since no one was playing anything when I arrived, I made free to play the entire new Neko Case cd. I took my seat and ordered my iced tea and the Xotillo soup (Dick - you gotta take Kelly here - she'll love it) and cracked open my book. This was a glorious little getaway from a hectic day at the office. The book I'm reading is The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri.
I dove into this book a few weeks ago, but it was not the kind of reading I usually devour. This is a pensive and deliberate tale that has worked its way into my heart. Some books pull you in and you are swept along on waves and I like that kind of reading, but the sometimes the more subtle work creeps up and packs a wallop.
So, sitting there in a little realm of contentment with all my immediate needs met and listening to music I know and love, nothing could have surprised me more than to come upon a passage that made me utterly mist over, tears threatening to breach the banks of my eyes.
And that is why I read.
Sometimes being surprised is a delight. I highly recommend this book.