March 18 • 11:54 AM

Finding intrigue and escape in good books

January 28, 2009
Because my job at Weston is a para-professional one, there is not a room or desk in which I can put an "at my fingertips" selection of the tools of my trade. Some of us, myself included, use pull-carts in which to keep a handy stash, and I usually have a tote bag with me also in which I put what I need on a daily basis.

Friday was a normal day, if there is such a thing. In my bag, I had an assortment of word cards, alphabet cards, writing utensils, etc. Also in the bag was the read-for-pleasure book I had going—so if I had time on my break to read, I would not be caught without a book. There wasn't really more than a minute or two for that, but at one point I did have time to get to the bottom of my cart and bag and reorganize. I was happy for that little break in the action, because it was the end of a marking period and we'd be switching gears come Tuesday.

Today (Monday) the teachers have an in-service, but the rest of us have a bit of a respite. I had been looking forward to that, and Friday evening I intended to pull that book out of my bag, put my feet up, and get lost in the story line for an hour or two. (Nice thing about a book—even when you don't have time or money to get away, a book can be like a magic carpet to carry you to places far away.) And I was hoping to have several other

opportunities for that over the long weekend.

I reached into the bag for the book. I dug around, finally dumped the whole business out on the bed. No book. It was then I realized I must have set it out into the cart while I cleaned out the bag, and forgot to put it back. I was bummed! A good book is my idea of a vacation. This was like arriving at a resort without luggage!

By now I'm over it. I finished up another that I had set aside with only a few pages to go, and then I picked up The Shack (Where Tragedy Confronts Eternity) by Wm. Paul Young. I had read it previously, been consumed by it, had mixed feelings about it, and had listened to those who said it was one of those books you really have to read more than once to get the full impact of its allegorical content. I resisted the urge to bypass the foreword, and I'm so glad I did, because rereading just that much put it in context for me. By now I'm a quarter of the way into the book, and eager to immerse myself in it for a couple of hours. I think I will, when I have finished, still agree with those who give the book a mixed review; but having reread the foreword helped me understand the main character's, and the author's, point of reference.

When I get back from vacation, I'll let you know what I think.

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