Tonight, I was raving about Looking for Alaska at the dinner table. (I had just re-read it for the fifth time.)
Me: Dad, you really need to read this! It’s not even that long! Listen to this:
“When adults say, “Teenagers think they are invincible” with that sly stupid smile on their faces, they don’t know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and falling. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail” (220).
Isn’t that beautiful? (I wave the book around to get his attention.)
Dad: Ella, I don’t want to read it. I’m reading other things.
Me: Come on, Dad! It’s short and fabulous!
Dad: Like Truman Capote?
Dad and I laugh and high-five, and Mom wonders how she ended up with a man who comes up with quips that quickly.