I was telling my coworker the latest in my stomach adventures (I am a blessed child in that aspect) and she broke in with “Maybe you have parasitic bronchitis!’
I laughed. “You always assume the worst!”
She smiled. “Well, have you been eating any dew-covered grass?”
A memory came to mind. “Are you reading James Herriot?” I asked excitedly. And it turns out she right in the middle of his second book, All Things Bright and Beautiful. I love Herriot, though as a country girl who grew up on a ranch, I had a different perspective on the books than she, a city girl, did. We had a fantastic time comparing our views.
It was a great moment; I love talking to people about books, especially lovely, thoughtful people like my coworker. It was also completely unexpected. Books are such a solitary endeavor that sometimes I forget how much of a connection you can forge over them. What a nice reminder!
Have you had any unexpected connections with someone over a book? Let me know in the comments!