Welcome to the first, THIRD THURSDAY SUMMER BOOKCLUB. My name is Bea and I'm a book junkie. I love books. When I was probably five years old my mother told me I could never tell her I was bored. If I didn't have enough imagination to find something to entertain myself then I could go read a book. She told me that just about everything in the world that I wanted to know about I would find in a book.
I think that got her off the hook of ever having to explain anything to me.
I was in Kindergarten at age 5 which meant back in the old days you could walk to school by yourself and actually walk to the Library by yourself. I know it sounds so strange in our current culture but back then in a small town, people thought they were safe. So, I often took myself to the Library. I had to cross one busy street but again, back in the old days, drivers actually drove slower and stopped to let people cross the streets in the crosswalk.
It might have helped that I was also the Police Chief's daughter and most people knew me.
Every summer our little library put up a large cardboard sign- up board, in the Children's Room. You signed up and when you finished reading a book you brought it to the Librarian and you got a start put next to your name. Could life be any greater?
There are no gold stars in the Third Thursday Bookclub. What you get is a chance to read an interesting selection of books. Books that might not have crossed your desk this past year.
Books that may not have appeared on a Best Seller List.
The first book we are reading is The Book of Lost Fragrances by M.J. Rose. Ms Rose is the author of eleven novels. In The Book of Lost Fragrances we are treated to her excellent story telling.
To this day if I smell a certain perfume I am reminded of the person that wore it, or a situation or event. These days people are so sensitive to perfume that I often find it surprising when I do smell somebody wearing it.
Here's a book not only devoted to a French perfume company, The House of L'Etoile, but to a story handed down in the family about a remarkable discovery. A mysterious scent developed in Cleopatra's time.
Could this scene truly be one of the few ancient memory tools, that has the power to unlock our ability to remember our past lives and conclusively prove reincarnation?
The prologue opens with a paragraph, from the Times, about China telling Buddhas to obtain permission before they reincarnate, Beijing April 4, 2007.
Of course, I googled it and yep, it was true. China insisted that only the Government can approve the appointments of Tibet's two most important monks, the Dalai Lama and the Panchen Lama.
The article in the prologue ends with the fact that a search inside Tibet has identified the 11th incarnation of the Panchen Lamaa, who died in 1989. This ENRAGED Beijing.
The boy chosen by the Dalai Lama has disappeared.
Now that certainly got my attention, what in the world would a perfume company in France have to do with the Dalai Lama?
Do our myths have a grain of truth in them? Are they a culture's collective dream? Out of the thousand of stories that were told in ancient times did some just click with a large number of people because of certain pattern in our collective unconscious?
It certainly had my attention. I enjoyed the characters. I liked how Ms Rose wove stories together like the stone dropped in a pond by the end of the book you saw how the ripples, or stories all tied together. The idea that ancient pot shards held in the Dalai Lama's hands would give the Tibetan people the "possibility that there is proof of reincarnation" was exciting.
And, I knew there were tunnels under ground in France. I remember that from stories from the War but I had no idea of the extent of them or their inhabitants.
So, what did you think? Was it a good summer read? Share your thoughts, I would love to know what you thought of the book.
Next up for June 21st is: The Wedding Beat by Devan Sipher