I am an eye doc; ophthalmologist is how it is termed for those of us who have been through medical school and can do eye surgery.
Last week I went into an exam room and sitting on the counter was a book. In a chair by the counter was sitting a patient with whom I have often spoken of books. Not everyone brings books to read while waiting for their doctor, but she does. In May 2017 she was reading a book called The Apartment. It was written by Danielle Steel.
I don’t think that I said anything her book that day, but somehow reading must have come up. She had one word for The Apartment: fluff. She also seemed a little sheepish about it. She seemed to like reading those books, but had inklings that other reading might be better, more beneficial, or something. Her manner and words had sprinklings of obscurity.
As the conversation that day puttered around a subject surfaced: daughters & reading material.
My patient thought Danielle Steel would be a reasonable read for one of them.
Hmm? I didn’t. I had some opinions about Danielle Steel, but not generally spouting those off in such company I decided to hold my cards close to the chest. The daughter that was the subject of this discussion was one whom I had found reading Nicholas Sparks in the sun one day on our deck. I wrote about that here.
Neither me nor my patient being easily dissuaded the subject of fluffy reading kept on flapping around the room. I hadn’t yet redirected us to the matter at hand: her eye exam. Oh yeah, eye exam and here we were on other interests! [Read more…]