I come from a family of readers. My parents are both avid bookworms who are amazing readers, and they’ve given this love to my sister and I. My mom, sister and I frequently share books and I love their recommendations. The Shadow of the Wind is the most recent read being passed around us. My favorite part about the holidays is that I know my dad and sister will replenish some of my book stock, giving me nice tomes to fill my January month.
Last year my dad had this idea to give my sister and I the same book for Christmas, The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco. He read it in the original Italian. Around Father’s Day, he gave us House of Spirits by Isabel Allende and he read the original Spanish version (he’s fluent in Spanish, it’s his native language, as well as Italian–can’t remember if that’s been mentioned on the blog before). We all three read our copies and then talk about the books. It’s a very informal book club, but we have fun with it. For my dad’s birthday in October, my sister gave him Cloud Atlas and then he made that my Christmas present to cement it as our Next Pick. We all finished it last week or so, and we went to see the movie Saturday night at our local cheap theater.
So. Frickin. Amazing.
I think the best part of reading this book was reading it with other people. I’ll admit that I didn’t give it as thorough a reading as the book deserved, and a quick chat on the phone with my dad showed me that I needed to look deeper. We did, the three of us, over dinner and it was a great book discussion about theme, intention, plot, style–we totally nerded out. My sister even had book questions she found online. We went to see the movie, which I could write an entire other post on but I’ll stick with the fact that I really really enjoyed it. There were a few adjustments (one big one in particular, regarding Sonmi’s story) that I didn’t like but the rest of the changes served to make the themes in the book more apparent and obvious to the dense readers like myself.