On The Bookshelf: The Drama of the Gifted Child

I have a confession to make: I judge commuters on the T by the books they read. It’s rare to see someone even reading a book on the train these days, so when I do see a fellow bookworm, I steal a glance at the pages spread out on his lap. Is it a novel? What kind? James Patterson or James Joyce? You can tell a lot about a person based on what he reads.

Which is why I’m a little nervous about what my fellow commuters on the T have thought of me recently as I sat there with my copy of The Drama of the Gifted Child opened before me. I know what would have gone through my head if I saw someone else reading such a book. Oh, so you think you’re so gifted, do you? Your privileged life must be SUCH a drama. I feel SO bad for you and your hardships, O Gifted One.

I did my best to keep the cover folded over so that no one could see it. (more…)

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