In the study of history, it’s sometimes possible to identify the sparks that ignite a conflagration, those identifying moments where history is measured in pre- and post- terms. The tipping points.
It’s much, much harder to determine when you made the transition from teenage rebel into a carbon copy of your parents. But, as I muddled over the last 2 daily prompts (Favorite Books of 2018 & Conversations Overheard on Planes), I was able to identify one such moment for myself.
When the movie Steel Magnolias came out in 1989, it was a BIG DEAL (I knew people who’d been extras– I’m talking to you, Kent Fryar). It is a fantastic movie, but is heartbreaking. And my parents didn’t want to go see it. Because it was sad. Too real life.
And I didn’t get it.
11 years later, I went to Belize to scuba dive and picked up Barbara Kingsolver’s The Poisonwood Bible to read on the plane. Big mistake. Huge.
There is a reason Beach Reads is a category. Because of people like my parents. People like me.