Oops.

[penmage]

My father, who is aboard a plane to Israel right now, just sent me the following email from his blackberry:

Once when we had lunch you told me about a book that was one of the best that
you ever read. If you remember what I am referring to the please bring me a
copy. I will pay you back.


...Um. Doesn't he know that I have several best books I've ever read. That it changes regularly? That I have a mental, mutable list of books that qualify as "best books I've ever read"? That saying that I once told him that something was the best book I ever read doesn't really narrow it down for me at all?

If he had at least given me a time frame, at least I could look on goodreads and try to see what I was reading around then. But a subject matter at least?

I am baffled. I would gladly pick it up for him, whatever this mysterious book may be. But I literally have no idea what it was. Science fiction? Fantasy? Adult? Teen? Middle-grade?

There is nothing to narrow this down!

ETA: Ooooh. I think it might be The Wednesday Wars by Gary D. Schmidt. I emailed my father to see if that sounds right.

I am so good, I sometimes impress myself.

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[tabbyclaw.livejournal.com]

It's a bit like Roger Ebert's dad calling him and saying, "Hey, there was this movie you were talking about that one time. What was it?"