Growing into Something

As I was driving to Little Rock yesterday morning to take my wife in for a “pre-colonoscopy consult,”  I listened to a fascinating program on the Diane Rehm show on NPR. Diane and her guests were discussing a book, Everything I Never Told You, by Celeste Ng. In spite of repeated suggestions that people who had not yet read the book should turn down the volume, I listened. I’ve not read the book. But now, I must!

As I listened to the plot and the intricate paths the author took with the story line, I became more and more enchanted with the writer and her writing. I decided I have to read the book.  Part of that enchantment and desire to read it emanates from a storyline I have contemplated for months: a young black man, an adoptee to a progressive young white couple, confronts the reality of race and bigotry, just as does his sister, an Hispanic child only a couple of years older.  There are other characters. They may be unnecessary.  But I cannot let the book die just because another one with a backwards plot might be in the running.

I may have finally outlined the basics of a novel I may one day write. Or maybe not. I cannot be trusted to finish things I start.


About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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One Response to Growing into Something

  1. Holly Forrest says:

    Do it.

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