I lost my copy of E. M. Forster’s A Room with a View.
It was the perfect vacation reading.
The smart, intense, lovely Lucy Honeychurch is in Florence with dull Miss Bartlett. All in the hotel are agog at the manners of Mr. Emerson and his son George. They offer their rooms with a view to Lucy and Miss Bartlett.
Not QUITE Quite quite the thing. The manners! Miss Bartlett gets snotty. And then the book turns into an interclass romance. And there is a kiss between George and Lucy, which is recorded by another hotel guest, Miss Eleanor Lavish, who is gathering background for a sizzling novel.
I got to the hotel and could not find my Forster.
Where did I leave it? Possibly
1 At O’Hare Airport. There was drinking of Diet Coke early in the morning because I could not be bothered to drag my suitcase from the lounge to Starbucks. I got a little reading done before I hopped on the plane. I love it that Miss Lavish takes away Lucy’s Baedeker.
“And no, you are not, not, NOT to look at your Baedeker.”
2 Or did I leave it on the plane? It was pitch-dark by early afternoon as we flew into the sunset. I couldn’t see a thing a thing and had to get out the ereader. I was reading Patricia Park’s splendid novel, Re Jane, a Korean-American version of Jane Eyre. Perhaps I accidentally buried the Forster in the blankets?
It is not in my luggage!!! I had to download it on my ereader. So modern, yes?
What books have you lost on a plane?