You know that feeling of anticipation children feel for Christmas? The utter excitement as they wait for December 25 to finally come? I've been feeling that for weeks.
It's been two looonnnnggg years and I have been very impatient. Waiting...waiting... waiting for my favorite author to publish another book. When the announcement came, I rushed to Amazon to pre-order it. June 1st felt like forever away. And who knew how long I'd have to wait for it to arrive in the mail. So I tried not to think about it. But I couldn't help it.
On June 3, I just happened to be in a bookstore. And I looked, hoping to sneak a peek. But alas, it wasn't there. When I arrived home, a package sat at my doorstep.
The book I've waited on for two years was there.
Friday night, I sat on the swing in my parents' backyard, the blue June evening whispering in the breeze. Frogs croaked in the sunset, fireflies twirled about, lighting the sky (seriously, only God could think of a bug whose rear end lights up), and my poodle trolled the yard. I read until I couldn't see anymore. It was a perfect summer evening, reading the most perfect book.
What a gift--the kind that comes... well, for me, hasn't come in two years. I still remember the last evening I had with this author and a summer's eve.
Reading Charles Martin's The Mountain Between Us was better than Christmas. His stories are masterpieces, but what I love most are his characterizations and his voice. It's how he writes that moves me... he can craft sentences so powerful I want to weep. My opinion doesn't mean much because it's as subjective as anything else, but he is the most talented writer I've ever read.
Martin wrote about something interesting on his blog and in the end of this book. He said that between this one and the one two years ago, there was another story. One he finished, delivered to his publisher, and was told a flat, "No. Try again."
Can you imagine?
His story really encourages me. First of all, because he kept writing. Second, that even the greats can be told "no". It makes me feel less out of their league. And I still want to read that book! True fans don't care about the commericial aspect of stories like publishers do.
I finished Mountain in less that 24 hours, fighting the dueling urges to devour the book in one sitting vs savoring it for all it had. It sits behind me now, closed, and I am satisfied.
So totally worth it!
Don't you love a perfect evening?
See y'all Wednesday! We're going to talk about setting!
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