A Classic Read

So. Oldest children are the experimental children. I am an oldest. When I was about 4 or 5, my dad decided to read Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea to me. Perhaps it was because he had had some success in getting me to enjoy some Blake and Wordsworth. (I had parts of "The Tyger" and all of "The Daffodils" memorized early on.) I know that he read this book to me. Did he read the whole thing? I can't recall. I know that I loved listening to his deep voice, so I probably sat still for periods of time.

Dad gave me this copy of the book, and I finally read it this week. Our book club read it in March this year, but we missed the meeting while we were visiting Claire in Italy. I'll have to have a mini-discussion with some at Sunday's book club meeting.