Six months ago, our then 14-year-old daughter took a moment to look right through me.
She came downstairs one evening and saw me typing away.
"You are on the computer more than anyone I know," she said, as a matter of fact.
"I know," I agreed. "And that’s not all good."
"And you read less literature than anyone I know," she observed. "You read about the brain, about marketing, about ethics, about creativity. But you don’t ever read any great literature."
And she walked away.
Kinda Made Me Wonder
She was right. So why, I thought, am I living a life that has no great literature in it?
And can I simply add great literature into my life?
Perhaps you could add literature into your life.
But I know that if I’ve not been doing something for 25 years, I don’t expect to suddenly start.
Unless I change my life. So I changed my life.
Recommended Reading
A little while later, she came back and dropped a book in my hands.
"Read this," she said. "And let me know what you think."
It was The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time.
It was great. (Thank you, my dear.)