Tuesday, December 26, 2017
You've Got Mail and Reading
Raise your hand if You've Got Mail is one of your favorite movies. Mine, too!
I had taken a break from watching it the last two or three years, and this year I watched it December 23, start to finish at one go, and loved it just as much as the first time I ever saw it. What a great movie.
Isn't Kathleen's brownstone apartment the best? I was hoping to turn up a floor plan, but so far have only come across still shots from the film. I'm pretty sure the stained glass window in the bathroom is the same one we see when she is on one side of her door, with Joe Fox on the other. But I'm not sure of the foyer. Can't quite picture the layout. Oh well. Much ado about nothing, but little details like that intrigue me. (One could watch the movie just to see how many pieces of furniture are moved around from scene to scene.)
Anyway, the first time Joe visits her bookstore, The Shop Around the Corner, Kathleen is telling him that her mother didn't just sell books:
" ... she was helping people become whoever it was they were going to turn out to be. Because when you read a book as a child, it becomes a part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your whole life does."
So profound, and something I have believed, even felt in my bones to be true (a deep belief), for a long time.
I missed out on most of the reading I could have done and should have done as a child. Which is odd because I was a good reader, in sixth grade often being chosen to read to the slow reading group or listen to them read. Yet, I had not developed a true love for reading.
As I've said before, with all our moving I think I just fell through the cracks. I didn't know what was out there (book-wise), no one thought to tell me, and I didn't think to ask or come across it on my own. Not until my fifties and blogland did I understand how great was the scope of all the wonderful children's books I had missed.
Thank goodness I read them now, and enjoy most of them very much. But sadly, as Kathleen said, I'll never make up for the loss of reading those books as a youngster or teenager, and I'll never recover the identity they might have shaped in me.
Just a thought. If you know a youngster, you might strike up a conversation to find out what books they've read and loved. Then maybe suggest some titles and authors you've loved.
You just might be helping them to become whoever it is they are going to turn out to be.
Hoping 2018 will be a splendid year for you!
PS: Didn't think I'd post this week, but ... Also, the photos are from Google Images.