What would you choose?
A conversation recently came up on twitter in regards to this NPR article: Chefs Pick Their Last Meal on Earth. Being readers/writers, of course our discussion focused on what would we choose as our Last Read on Earth. As future Land of Lost Books Guest Poster Melanie Greene said, “It’s just a twist on the whole desert island reads thing, right?”
I’d mulled the whole desert island thing over before, and had already decided that I was going to steal my mom’s answer for that question. I would want the Bible with me if I were to be stranded on an island forevermore. Not for any particular religious reason, but because it’s chock full of stories of love and hate and murder and redemption. Something for everyone. Or in this case, something for poor, lonely, stranded me.
But, that would not be the book I would choose as my Last Read. When we first started talking about it, I thought it would be an impossible choice. There are so many that I love. Oddly enough though, after a lively internal debate, I was able to come to a decision rather easily.
Outlander by Diana Galbaldon, Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin, The Witch of Blackbird Pond by Elizabeth George Speare, Whitney, My Love by Judith McNaught, Trade Wind by M.M. Kaye — all titles that I’ve mentioned in various forms here on Land of Lost Books, and all with something to love. I quickly eliminated the first two though, because those are books in series that are not yet complete, and I think I would find myself frustrated to know I was about to meet my maker without knowing how they ended. And although my love of Witch and Whitney and Trade are strong and true, they don’t hold a candle to the book that contains within it’s pages so many special personal connections that it I knew it had to be The One.
I’m probably not alone when I say I’d choose Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone as my Last Read selection. Not so much for the story itself, although certainly for that too, but more for who I shared that story with over the years, and all the amazing memories it contains for me. My husband is not much of a reader, much to my chagrin, but this series was something we read together, taking turns reading aloud, eagerly awaiting each book in the series. He even went to our local Borders (ah, Borders) at midnight to snag us a copy of Deathly Hallows. And later, I was able to do the same with my daughters, starting with book one, reading to each other every night, discovering the joy of Harry, Ron and Hermione’s story all over again. I can only hope that some day I’ll be lucky enough to have the opportunity to do the same with my grandchildren.
So for me, it ended up being a fairly simple choice. How about you?