Wen I was young, my mother purchased a book of nine short stories by J. D. Salinger. For some reason I was always intrigued by the book; I guess I thought it was something I "should" read but never did. But I kept the book, and earlier this spring I set it out as something to read in the near future.
A few weeks ago, while cleaning our bedroom, I put the book back on the shelf, since I still had not read it. Epic fail.
Fast forward to our October book club book. I had finished The Count of Monte Cristo and decided to pick up the next book, The Storied Life of A. J. Fikry. I had heard it was a fast read.
The first page of the story involved a review of an obscure book in A. J. Fikry's store. From then on, every chapter began with another review of a different obscure book, though I did recognize one or two of the titles. Toward the end of the book, one chapter began with a review of "A Perfect Day for Bananafish," by J. D. Salinger. I did not think anything about it because I was loving reading about A. J. Fikry's storied life and could not wait to see what happened. And I assumed the Salinger piece was a book.
A day later, however, it occurred to me that maybe the Salinger review was not a book but perhaps a short story. I pulled out my mom's book, and guess what the first short story is? Yep. "A Perfect Day for Bananafish." I think it is a sign. Needless to say, I now have to read at least the first of the nine short stories.
Ready, set, go!