I downloaded the complete book How and Why Lisa's Dad Got to Be Famous by Michael Allen, the blogger at Grumpy Old Bookman, read the first 12 pages, and Allen had me hooked. The book is a liitle over 200 pages and I read it in big chunks at a time on my computer.
One reason I why was hooked after reading those first 12 pages is that Allen writes about a man named Con and I instantly pictured Michael Caine as Con. (I just love to read English accents. My mouth starts moving to imitate the sounds Allen has put in my head.)
'Fancy a drink, Harry?’ he said. ‘I could do with one myself. I’ve been in the clinic too, like you.’It never occurred to me to ask how he knew my name. As I said, I was a bit worried at the time, so I just assumed that he’d heard a nurse mention my name or something. Or perhaps we’d played darts and he remembered me from that.
Anyway, I certainly didn’t want a drink. ‘No thanks,’ I said. And kept walking.
Con, of course, didn’t give up. He never does. He just trotted along, keeping up with me, and went on prattling away. Can’t remember now what he said. But eventually he said, ‘Hard to take it all in really, isn’t it Harry?’
So I stopped and looked at him. ‘What do you mean?’
Well,’ he said, ‘I was in the clinic too, you know. Been there lots of times. And when you’ve had bad news it’s a good idea to stop and have a drink. Let your mind settle for a bit – especially before you drive. That’s what I always think.’
And before I knew where I was he’d wheeled me into a pub.
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