Monday, July 12, 2010

Adrian Mole

Anyone who knows what book I'm referring to must have been my age in 1982.

One our second attempt to view Notre Dame and climb to the top, we were again denied. The crowds were massive again, so we decided to take a look on the Left Bank for Shakespeare & Co.

Along the way, we stumbled upon another space invader mosaic and a few interesting parks. The store is only a block from Notre Dame, but we had gone further down the river (not to jail, mind you) and had to work our way back (yes, due to my weird map reading skills).

The shop was very great. We were both thrilled to see so many English language books that we spent over an hour there. It's a small shop, but has a really nice kids section, which Isabella excused herself to. When I came back to find her, she was sitting on one of the couches engrossed in a small book.

The minute I saw the cover, I knew it was a meant-to-be-book-moment.  She was reading "The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole, Aged 13 3/4" by Sue Townsend.

I had to sit down. This had been one of my very favorite books when I was just a little bit older than Isabella. There was also a British TV series that had aired on PBS. The style of writing is smart and funny, even after all these years.

The nicest part about re-reading this, is that Isabella will read passages aloud with Britishisms in them, and I will immediately recall the next part of the story and the visuals from the TV series.

Really, a nice coincidence (or coinkidink as Isabella likes to call it) and a great book, too.

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