I was charged with choosing Something Uncomfortable for our next book club pick. As I detailed in my earlier post here, I went a few rounds with my inner reader trying to choose the right thing.
My brother died more than four years ago. One of the last books he recommended to me was Beloved by Toni Morrison. We used to try to influence one another’s reading habits all of the time. This was one that he indicated was an Important Book.
A few days after his death, when my sister and I went to clean out his apartment, sitting on the arm of the couch and the coffee table, there were two novels open to the spots where he had been reading. One I had recommended to him not long before. The other one I cannot exactly remember what it was, but it may have been a book my sister chose. Wow.
Many times, over the years, I’ve gone to pick up Beloved and start reading it, but I’ve been hesitant. I wasn’t sure it was something I would want to read. The thought made me Uncomfortable.
So, there you have it.