I am an eavesdropper. There it is. I confess to it.
There are some times when I voyeuristically just listen but there other times when….well ….
I admit that there are also some times when I barge right on in (but always politely of course!)
Here is a story of one of those times.
The author of a recent book I read was speaking at our local bookstore. I got there early so I could sit in the front row.
Sitting there waiting alone and mostly self-conscious among the women-filled audience; I clutched my copy of The Red Leather Diaries; I listened in to the dangling conversations swirling around.
Hearing all those snippets of book chatter made me long for a book club.
|Read this! A journey into the past.|
Zeroing in on the delightful dialogue directly behind me, I knew what my next step would be.
Taking a deep breath, I spun around to take a complimentary course.
“I can tell you are enchanted with Lily Koppel and the story of the diary,” I said.
That was my opener…that’s it. The three women who were sitting behind me graciously welcomed me into the conversation before the author, Lily got to the podium to speak.
The quality of that itty bit of book talk was inspiring. It catapulted me to another realm as I listened to that author’s writing journey.
When it was over, I turned to say good-bye to my new acquaintances. We murmured our content with the evening.