You can find out more about the book and read a short extract here, personally I think it sounds great fun and can't wait to get my hands on it.
One: I’m nine years old, walking back to my cabin at summer camp. As usual, I’m reading as I walk…and this time, I end up completely tangled in a vollebyall net I hadn’t even noticed, because I was so absorbed in The Count of Monte Cristo.
Cue lots of (friendly) laughter from my cabinmates…but ab
solutely no change in my habits. In the future, I’ll end up walking into poles and collecting bruises for exactly the same reason. I just can’t stop reading no matter what the danger.Two: I’m eleven years old and spending two weeks at music camp, supposedly focusing on nothing but the piano. I have to spend two hours a day locked in a practice cabin, actively practicing the entire time - and yes, I really do have to do it because there are adults standing guard, listening out for kids who’ve either stopped making music or tried to sneak out. (There are more similarities than you might expect between music camp and prison…)
I love music, I really do…but I love reading even more. I prop The Prisoner of Zenda on the piano and noodle carelessly around on the keyboard, making the requisite amount of musical noise, while I devour swordfights and adventure. When I hear the scuffling sound of an adult’s footsteps on the leaves outside, I hastily shove a book of Bach inventions on top of my paperback and gaze at the music with an air of deep artistic intensity. Then, as soon as the footsteps move away, I dive straight back into the world of identical twins, doomed romance, and really, really great fight scenes.
In my life, a lot of things have changed. I’ve moved from one country to another, been a musician, an academic, a student, a full-time writer and a mom…but one thing has never changed. Everywhere I go, I always bring a book with me, just in case I get a chance to read.
And I’ve never once regretted it.
2 comments:
Sneaky! I should've tried that, but it's a little more difficult to pull off when practicing trumpet.
Ha! Yes - when I switched to French horn a few years later, I had to get a lot more creative... ;)
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