December 4 -Book. What book – fiction or non – touched you? Where were you when you read it? Have you bought and given away multiple copies?
I read Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert sometime in the past year. Like a lot of things in my life I don’t remember exactly when. But I really enjoyed this book. it was simple, poignant, and it made me think about how I spend my time. I bought and gave away one copy, to a friend, and there is actually a bit of a significance to me buying a book from the store.
About three years ago I decided to stop purchasing books unless I was a) buying them used or b) knew, that there was no doubt I would re-read the book over and over again. Instead, I borrow all my books from friends or the library. It is my inability to return books on time that I swear is keeping New Westminster’s library afloat.
I actually bought this book for my friend, after having borrowed it from the library myself. She was going through some rough patches in her life and was in the hospital after reconstructive surgery. She had fallen off a ladder two weeks after Kale was born the year before, while painting her then-fiance’s house, and while falling, she had an internal argument with herself about where should she land – her head, her back, or on her side. She chose her side, a rather reasonable thing to do, as we are all taught the back and head are sacred. When she landed, she more or less blew up her elbow, and spent a week in the hospital doped up on an assortment of drugs, and praying to get circulation and / or feeling back in her arm. After some trauma surgery, she was sent home to recover in the health care system. Why am I telling you all this?
Well, you see, my friend is a paramedic. She has not worked a single shift as a paramedic since she fell of the ladder as she is unable to lift a certain amount of weight, thus rendering her useless. She has a office job to fill her time, and she also has the seemingly full time job of physiotherapy to do as well. In the 17 months since she fell off that ladder, a lot of things changed in Lindsay’s life – things I drew a parallel to in Eat, Pray, Love and I felt she of all people could use a book about personal journeys. She leaves for Europe in the spring, single and with scars up and down her arm and when she comes back, my guess is she’ll be a new person.