- Discovered my nook was dead this morning (it belonged to my mom & I have been reading books on it for the past two years)
- While showering after a four mile run, I thought about books. What book I should read next. Thought about revisiting one of my mom's favorites (one of mine, too, actually), John Irving's The World According to Garp. I read it as a teenager and wondered what my take on it would be now, a seemingly lifetime later.
- Upon collapsing into bed very early this evening (8:28pm early), gave my nook one more try. Nope. Dead. Decided to finally pick up the copy of Born to Run by Christopher McDougall purchased roughly a year ago (recommended by my brother of all people; not a runner, but an avid incarcerated reader).
- Eleven pages in, the author references Garp. Motherfucking Garp. How about that??
Sunday, October 16, 2016
On coincidence, serendipity, running, and reading
Weird chain of events today...follow me, if you will, while I tick through them: