Though an urge to write just came over me, I feared no content. Emily is on the phone in the other room (in the dark: the power is out), and I just heard her begin a sentence as follows:
In the book I read about the Brooklyn Bridge...
Context? When I met Emily at Kennedy for our flight to Africa, she was sitting at the gate with a book entitled The Great Bridge. The coverart featured an illustration of a bridge with a big sky above it and sailboats below it.
I assumed it was a novel. How wrong I was.
When Emily went to use the airport bathroom, I snuck a better look at her literary selection, which is when I encountered the subtitle:
The Epic Story of the Building of the Brooklyn Bridge.
She's not going to believe me (she tends to think I make things up sometimes: another story), but I genuinely Right now at This moment can reconnect with the surprise I felt when I realized that this was the book she was traveling with. She won't believe me (specifically, in this situation) because I've taken it upon myself since then to revolve most of my mocking of my travel companion around the fact that this is not only what she read, but loved reading and loves to talk about.
You'd be shocked (impressed, almost) by the ease with which Emily ties the building of the Brooklyn Bridge into ordinary conversation. You'd be doubly shocked by how much I --as an innocent bystander-- know about the building of the Brooklyn Bridge and triply shocked by how much our Dutch housemate --who stands nowhere near-- knows about it. She's never even been to America.
So there you have it. References to The Great Bridge and the great bridge have become such a constant in our day to day Malawi life that it's hard to believe mention has yet to be made in this blog. I think I've given it the attention it deserves now, though; I guess I was just waiting for the right time. Oh those Roeblings.
Happy reading,
Rebecca
PS: The book was published in 1972. Information about special discounts for bulk purchases can be obtained from Simon and Schuster.
In the book I read about the Brooklyn Bridge...
Context? When I met Emily at Kennedy for our flight to Africa, she was sitting at the gate with a book entitled The Great Bridge. The coverart featured an illustration of a bridge with a big sky above it and sailboats below it.
I assumed it was a novel. How wrong I was.
When Emily went to use the airport bathroom, I snuck a better look at her literary selection, which is when I encountered the subtitle:
The Epic Story of the Building of the Brooklyn Bridge.
She's not going to believe me (she tends to think I make things up sometimes: another story), but I genuinely Right now at This moment can reconnect with the surprise I felt when I realized that this was the book she was traveling with. She won't believe me (specifically, in this situation) because I've taken it upon myself since then to revolve most of my mocking of my travel companion around the fact that this is not only what she read, but loved reading and loves to talk about.
You'd be shocked (impressed, almost) by the ease with which Emily ties the building of the Brooklyn Bridge into ordinary conversation. You'd be doubly shocked by how much I --as an innocent bystander-- know about the building of the Brooklyn Bridge and triply shocked by how much our Dutch housemate --who stands nowhere near-- knows about it. She's never even been to America.
So there you have it. References to The Great Bridge and the great bridge have become such a constant in our day to day Malawi life that it's hard to believe mention has yet to be made in this blog. I think I've given it the attention it deserves now, though; I guess I was just waiting for the right time. Oh those Roeblings.
Happy reading,
Rebecca
PS: The book was published in 1972. Information about special discounts for bulk purchases can be obtained from Simon and Schuster.
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