Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

I was in our local independent bookstore when The Reader caught my eye. I’d read the novel when it first came out, and it impressed me. But somewhere along the corridor of time between that first reading and now, I loaned the book and never saw it again.

I don’t know if the current hoopla about the movie staring Kate Winslett and Ralph Fiennes subconsciously brought my eyes upon the book. I do know the current cover features Winslett, but I prefer the original one shown above. I don’t know if I’ll even see the movie, since I usually don’t like films adapted from novels. I do know, though, that it was like greeting an old friend.

I promptly purchased a new copy, came home and re-read The Reader. In its sparse telling of an unusual love story, it impressed me just as much now as it did the first time.