So, I love books and love writing. This wasn’t always the case.
Back in the early 80’s, I was a less-than-stellar student in the realms of composition and literature. Just didn’t have the knack or the interest. Then my English teacher took a break from the established curriculum to have us read Timothy Findley’s FAMOUS LAST WORDS. That shifted my outlook. It changed my attitude. I went from near-failing to top-of-the-class in English in a matter of months.
Thank you, Dr. Byron Harker, for that unmerited gift.
Today, another favourite author (Lauren B. Davis) posted on her Facebook page that she had been mentored by the aforementioned Timothy Findley and that he had made her feel like she was a “real” writer. The beauty of the coincidence is not lost on me.
However, let me throw something else into the mix.
Seeing Lauren’s posting nudged me to pull my copy of FAMOUS LAST WORDS from the shelves in my office. I flipped through a couple of pages and noticed:
That is Mrs. Cheffo’s handwriting and the Copyright for this edition of the book is 1996.
All of this means that this is not *my* copy of FAMOUS LAST WORDS, but rather one that my wife bought and slipped into my collection sometime in the past 20 years.
And I either didn’t notice or forgot.