11 May Cutting for Stone…on my phone?
So, it’s been a while. I have been, not only a reluctant reader, but a negligent blogger. When you write a book blog and you’re not reading, you’re not writing. I’ve not been in this position before…that of not having completed an LOL book and behind on our next one, but I’m going to play catch up really fast for two reasons:
1) I love Cutting for Stone and am determined to finish it (and blog about it) over the next week or two
2) Cara has chosen our next book…and I need to announce and blog about that! Luckily for me, I’ve already read that one, though it was years ago….so it won’t be difficult to get up to speed.
Back at it, here’s how it’s going.
I was on a plane this morning. In fact, I’ve been doing a lot of traveling lately, which largely explains my absence from my book and blog. My husband and I are now in Calgary, where he is teaching an airway management course at the Foothills hospital and I am working as well as visiting my dear friend, Lane! Tomorrow evening we will have dinner with Lane and her husband, Chris, and long ago friends we worked in Abu Dhabi with.
Seated on the Westjet flight, about to leave Kelowna, I realized I did not take the Kindle from my daughter’s room. Along with growing accustomed to reading on said instrument, I am wrestling with the sharing of it. In fact, I could also blame my lack of progress on this book on the fact my daughter is simultaneously reading her YA books on it and we are constantly grappling for possession of the reader.
I was saved, however, when I realized that because my husband had purchased it from i-tunes to read on his i-pad, and because our excess of apple products are all synced…. I had the book on my phone! Oh, small screen but happy day!
And yes…that is how I find myself at the half way mark, now on my next e-reader. Saved by technology…who would have thought it?
I continue to love this book. It’s so beautifully written and the humor is only revealing itself more frequently in Veghese’s work. You can’t help but love Ghosh, the endearing, true blue, not handsome in the traditional sense but beautiful human being of a man who loves Hema and the twins as his own family. The more I read about Ghosh, the more convinced I become that he is a self-portrayal of the author, every bit as much as Stone is someone, another surgeon, he intimately knows.
See you Monday.