She was beautiful, she had her own style, and she was reading On The Road.
I am not going to wax lyrical about the book. I have conflicting feelings about the book. I have read it several times and felt differently each time. What I can’t deny is the impact and importance of the book.
I also know that it is a gateway to a wider world of literature. It is a book that opens doors to other books. Love it or hate it, you will find something else to read in reaction to it. You might look for something that emulates the style or emulates the depth. You might look for something more or less spiritual. You might look for something with more or less structure.
When I asked her what she was reading, she answered enthusiastically, proudly displaying the book. She explained that she had requested it for Christmas (Along with the Catcher in the Rye) and had been looking forward to it since. Her eyes lit up when she talked about the book and the characters.
I would love to say that we spent the rest of the commute talking about books, but we did not. Why ruin a Perfect Moment.