And now on a completely different topic, because I have little to add about the previous one, I want to admit that I'm a wuss. Yes, it's true!
The other day I read this post by Brian over at The Cheek of God. In it, he highly recommends a book that I've been avoiding, "The Last Lecture." I've been avoiding it, because the two seconds I took to look at it in the bookstore made me think it was just another trite rip off of the American reading public. I'm just being honest. But when someone whose taste I admire comes up with a recommendation (he said, "Run, don't walk, to your nearest bookstore and pick up The Last Lecture"), well, I had to do it!
The problem is that I think everyone else in the world also read Brian's blog and went to the bookstore to buy it. It is on the bestseller list, incidentally. The only two copies left were in Spanish. I had to laugh. Though I took 1.5 semesters of Spanish in college, I'm not fluent by any stretch. I just walked away and sat down to have a coffee with my son.
"So buy it anyway," he said.
"But my Spanish is lousy."
"All the more reason to buy it! A book that might actually slow you down! Wow!"
"Oh, you're funny. No, I'm not spending twenty-plus dollars on a book that will frustrate me as I look up words in my Spanish dictionary."
"It will be good for you," he countered.
He brought the book over from the rack, and I made it through half of page one before needing to look something up. The rest of it would have been simply too daunting. So yes, I'm a wuss. My son dubbed me thus. If I were a great, thinking person, I would have jumped at the opportunity. Don't people all over the world have several languages under their belts? Shouldn't I?
The answer, of course, is yes, but I wimped out. Maybe I'll start with something easier, like the children's section. "Donde esta el perro? El perro es en la casa!"
Peace - D