A Prayer For Owen Meany
Recently I bought a book based on another author’s “The Book that Changed Me” comment in the Sunday paper. I am a sucker for first lines and paragraphs and this line from A Prayer for Owen Meany” by John John Irving reeled me in:
I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice – not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother’s death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.
The first line was not misleading. I loved the story. But I hated the physical book. My husband bought it for me last month (back in the days when we had a local bookstore – 3rd largest city in NSW and now not a bookstore in sight!) – the problem is it is a small paperback format. The print was so tiny my glasses strained to breaking point and the binding was so tight it was uncomfortable to hold open to read.
I am one of those people who will buy both paper books and e-books. I will always buy paper books for the look and feel, and to have my favourites on the shelf where I can see and touch them. But I will never buy a book like this again.
But it’s not all doom and gloom. It’s a wonderful story and story will always survive in some form or another.