I have been missing my mom a lot lately. I think it is because my close friend, Mary G. just passed away and she was a mom to me. I went to a memorial service last weekend for Scott's aunt. We went up to the mountains and spread the ashes of Val. It was a beautiful service, with lots of sweet tears, and warm family. After the singing and stories recalling how Val touched everyone in different but strong ways, we walked to the top of a small hill and family released her ashes on the same rock that her mother's ashes were spread years ago. Some cried as the ashes slipped through their fingertips, and floated to the ground. Some tossed the ashes to the heavens where the sudden breeze swirled them back into the mourners. It felt like Val was giving us all one last hug goodbye.
All this dealing with death has made me think of my mom a lot. I needed a way to get close to her. The other day I took Michelle to the bookstore and browsed around to find something for myself. One of my mom's favorite things to do was to read, and she read a variety of genres and authors. Years ago, she had given me a couple of Danielle Steel books. I gave them away before I read them, thinking they were just not my type, that there was way too much good literature to read to waste my time on that. As I was scanning the shelves, I came across the whole bookcase of Danielle Steel books and picked one up to see what it was about. I couldn't remember which of the 50 titles my mom has read, but I bought one that looked interesting. Michelle said that Steel's books were like Nancy Drew: similar plots and predictable, therefore somewhat disappointing.
A couple of nights ago I started to read Special Delivery. It couldn't be more predictable. The sentence structure is faulty and unoriginal. There are no unique descriptions, but easy dialog. There is certainly no depth in the characters or plot. It is a love story, nothing more. It is like white rice: a type of comfort food that is easy to digest. Right now, I need comfort food, and Steel is providing it.
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