As Suzi melted into her dad’s overstuffed burgundy leather winged-back chair, she knew that she should be studying for final exams that were coming up next week but the lure of the latest James Patterson novel, which was lying on the table beside her, was just too irresistible. She chewed her gum in cadence with the swinging of her long untanned legs that she had slung over the chairs arm while she turned the first few pages of the book. She was already hooked! Alex Cross had been summoned to Washington DC to assist in a new murder case. Suzi knew that her mom didn’t approve of her reading her dad’s’ Cross’ books, but the fast paced novels of James Patterson seemed to place her right in the midst of the action. She loved the character, Alex Cross, and she even knew that Morgan Freeman had portrayed the character in several films. Films not suited for teens and even if she could go, she knew that she wouldn’t. Suzi didn’t much care about motion pictures; not when there was a book around.
“I hope that I see you with a school book in front of your face and not one of your dad’s novels”, laughed her mother as she entered the study with a plate of cookies and a glass of cold milk.
“Guilty mom, I couldn’t resist the latest Patterson novel, dad just lures me by leaving them here in the study. Duh?? You would think by now he’d know better. It’s as bad as leaving a five pound box of chocolates out for a diabetic. The temptation is so great, but I am going to get back into the Civil War just as soon as I finish this chapter, I promise mom,” her words gushed from her like the white water rapids of the Leigh river.
“See that you do young lady. Your finals are breathing down your neck and if you don’t graduate missy, there will be no summer vacation for you.”
Suzi suspected that her mother was not serious about restricting her vacation time with her friends, but she had no intention of calling her on the issue. She had been accepted at William & Mary, failing any of her finals was most definitely not an option.
The rest of the week, as well as the weekend, Suzi kept up a steady pace of intense study time. She kept her phone calls to a minimum as her friends were also burning the midnight oil, so to speak. Confining herself to her room or the local library eased the temptation for her not to read other material, most particularly the Patterson novel. Suzi however, was addicted to nearly everything that her parents read, her mom’s William Faulkner series, Billy Collin’s books of poetry and most of all the inspirational books that lined the shelves in the study. Her family were lovers of books and had encouraged Suzi from an early age to read, read, and read some more. She was thankful that they had directed her to the world of literature.
Finals were over and Suzi had aced nearly all of the exams, the only C she got was in Algebra, and everyone knows that girls seldom excel in math. She felt vindicated in this knowledge and more than relieved that come fall she would be heading for college.
The thirsty blistering August sun washed over her as she spread her beach towel upon the scorching sand. Her friends had made a marathon run to the ocean’s shoreline but Suzi prepared her nest, like a mother eagle prepares for her eaglets, a place to immerse herself in a new found friend, Patricia Cornwell. She wore her new nickname, “The Bibliophile” like a comfortable sweater, familiar and a good fit!
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