For the last week or so, my left arm has been behaving strangely. It has been sore and achy enough to wake me up some nights. What in the world? I was perplexed. Had my daily writing stints included an abundance of asdf sequences? Was I developing left-arm-itis? I even went to my massage therapist and she, too, was baffled by this imbalance.
Then, last night, as I was finishing the absolutely wonderful 771 page (2# 6oz.) novel, The Goldfinch, by Donna Tartt, I finally understood my malady. I had spent more than a little time lately with this hefty tome held aloft in my left hand, so as to better turn pages, sip beverages, and adjust my reading glasses with my right hand.
Definitely an ah-ha moment – one that tells you just how utterly engrossing this amazing book is.
So, although I highly highly highly recommend Tartt’s deliciously satisfying read (and thank my neighbor, Mary, for recommending it to me), I would suggest would-be readers of Tartt’s masterpiece to save themselves from sudden achy arm syndrome by periodically shifting their book from left to right hand, or, better yet, to read this one on an electronic device. Take it from me, once you’re into it, you won’t notice your eyes getting crossed, your arms falling asleep, or your house burning down around you.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.