No I’m not about to shock all of you and talk about how synchronized swimming meets are the best place to be. I’m talking about a book, The Best Place to Be.
I have no idea why I was reading it. It made me nervous. Why am I reading all of these books about “middle aged women” who seem to be having weird life crisis and stuff? I’m not even sure this book ended up being about a woman with a mid-life crisis. I’m not really sure what the point of the book was.
The characters were kind of interesting. But. Not. I kept waiting for something to click – for that “ah ha, I get it now” moment. It didn’t come.
As I told Prince J – it was the perfect book to read during Synchronized Swimming – mindless, sort of boring, and I don’t really mind that I kept reading the same paragraphs over and over again because the synchro music was loud or the kids were crazy or the synchro moms were chatty. I don’t even mind that I have no idea what the book was REALLY about.
It kept me busy when I had no internet – and that’s good enough.
Sometimes good enough works.