Deciding which of the thirty World Book Night titles I wanted to hand out on April 23th seemed
much more difficult this year than last year. For one thing, last
year's givers (myself included) were asked to suggest books for this
year's batch. I made a few suggestions and one of them made it
through. I'm sure many, many people suggested Ray Bradbury's
Fahrenheit 451, it is THE BOOK about the importance of books after
all, but I couldn't help but feel special. It was there for me to
pass out on this holy Book Night, the night of the Bard's birth. This
is the book that I credit with turning me into the reader I am today.
But then I noticed another book...Tina
Fey's Bossypants. This book did not change me or make me think of my
life in a new way. What it did though, was entertain me. I read
Bossypants in a single sitting, laughing my way through an afternoon.
Literature has many powers. Powers to inform, to enlighten, to
change, as well as the equally noble power to entertain. Bossypants
is a great book, maybe not capital 'G' great but great nonetheless,
and that's why I'll be passing it out to parents in the pediatric
care wing of Women's Hospital. I think that's just the kind of
greatness those parents may need.
My original review of Bossypants can be
found here.
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