One More Thing

I was so excited about breakfast, I published the last post forgetting one thing I wanted to mention.

Last night, I started to re-read A Separate Peace by John Knowles. I am out of books to read, have read every one I own, and the bookclub I'm in doesn't meet again until Friday. I was thirsty and needed a pre-bed read, so I grabbed it off the shelf, reasoning that it had been the one I'd read the longest time ago.

I only read the first chapter before snoozing, but was impressed with Knowles skill in showing and not telling. As a writer, this is something I struggle with doing-- finding just the right words to convey how something looked, felt, sounded, tasted by showing the reader, not just telling the reader.

I am obviously not the only person to notice this; the book's won several awards and been made into a movie. I was most impressed with how he describes the November day that opens the book.

If you haven't read it in awhile (I think my last time was ninth grade, eons ago), then I suggest giving it another go. As an adult reader, and not a fourteen-year-old girl being forced to read a book about boys at boarding school, I can already tell I am going to appreciate it more.