Kavalier and Clay

When Jason and I married and combined our book collections, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay was one of only five or six that we both had copies of. To his credit, he claims that he saw it on my bookshelf when we were dating and got a copy to impress me. Why he didn’t just borrow it is a good question. Anyway, I’ve picked up but not finished Kavalier and Clay several times. The first time I just didn’t get it, and other times I just got busy or whatever and by the time I got back to it I had to start over because I couldn’t remember what was happening. I’ve been reading it off and on again lately. This morning, though, I had one of those all-too-rare reading moments that left me literally smiling as I closed the book, really, really wanting to know what happens next (tempted to skip ahead but enjoying the story as it unfolds too much to “ruin” it), and wishing that I had a long, rainy day with no responsibilities so I could lose myself in the world. I’m always surprised at how much I like superhero tales (Kavalier and Clay is the story of cousins in the late 1930s who create a comic book, so the comic book is woven into the main plot, or maybe it is the main plot). I suppose I’m somewhat of a closet comic book geek—or I could be if I knew where to start.