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Experience of a Lifetime!
, October 10, 2011
I'm going to make everyone who's read this extraordinary memoir jealous because I was there when it all began. You need to understand that I'm not into books, to put it mildly. In fact, until Jodie came into my life, I've never read a single one since I was forced to in school, where to be honest I just flicked through the pages. It all happened because Jodie's Microsoft Word froze up just as she was starting to write her memoir and I was the technical support she contacted to help. Well, I got it fixed fairly easily and in the process the screen filled up with her first page and I couldn't help reading the words, "I was a late bloomer and by the age of 15 had come to the glum conclusion I was doomed to become an old maid. If anyone had told me that I'd end up with more men in my life than Elizabeth Taylor, I would have assumed they were either so high on drugs that they couldn't see straight or they wanted to borrow money from me." They haunted me after I left her place. What happened next, I wondered. So the following day I turned up at her place again. She was, of course, surprised to see me. I started out with an awkward stumbling lie about wanting to make sure that her Word doc was working all right but the truth is I was peeking over her shoulder to read what she'd written since I left.
It turned out my apartment was only five minutes away from her condo and, bless her patient heart, she let me come over every day after work so I could read what she'd written that day. I found myself cursing the work hours that kept me from reading the next pages because this is the kind of book you can't bear to stop reading. I found myself thinking about it when I woke up in the morning and when I went to bed at night. I had to convince my fiancee that I was not having an affair with another woman, because I couldn't stop talking about it. I don't know anything about writing a book but until I met Jodie, I would have assumed that the process would be one of starts and stops, changes and editing, deletions and revisions. But Jodie's book just zoomed. I can't say it went like a runaway train because they're screwed up. Jodie's memoir was never screwed up. But it flowed from her, seemingly effortlessly. I will always remember the day I came over and found she'd finished it. I didn't want it over! But my fiancee comforted me with the realization that I could buy the book which by then was on Amazon and then I'd always have it.