Earlier this week I started reading John Grisham’s book, "Playing for Pizza." A friend of mine saw the book on my table and said that her son had read the book and did not care for it. I had just started the book, but now I was thinking, "Great, what is wrong with this book?" I kept reading, but I just had that dread that something would go terribly wrong with the plot and I would hate the book. As I got further into the book, I was really enjoying it. It was a light read – nothing serious. "Playing for Pizza" is about a NFL quarterback who ends up in Parma, Italy playing football Americano. I loved the descriptions of life in Italy having been there and done that. I loved the characters and I like football. I kept reading, not just because I was enjoying the story, but because I wondered when it would turn sour. It never did. The book was just fun entertainment – no hi-tech, spills and thrills, no deep serious plot, but just good fun. I finished the book with a smile on my face. Now I am wondering around the house looking for something to read next thinking, "Darn, I wish I had not absorbed that book so quickly."
Becky, you would probably like the book since you have lived in Italy and you love football. I thought about you all through the book.
Last year while we were in Canada, I did lots of painting and read about five books in one month. There is something about being at home that I just do not get enough time to do that much reading. I read quite a bit while in Scotland too. I think I need to go somewhere. When we were in Italy several years ago, we each took a book (mostly for the plane trip). We ended up trading books and all of us reading the other’s book. I read my first Clive Cussler at that time - what a silly man. We did not have nearly enough books on that trip. Italian TV was interesting, but a language problem. TV in Scotland was really lacking unless you were a soccer fan and we did watch some soccer, but I read quite a few books on that trip.
We may be heading off to Lubbock this weekend to see Toby’s mom. Jesse is taking my mom and going to Austin to see her beloved Uncle Craig. Austin is much more fun than Lubbock, but we do the things we have to do. I think I need a good book.