I was tagged last weekend by BeThisWay to participate in a Friday Night Book Meme. The idea is to grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 123, locate the 5th sentence, and type the three sentences that follow.

When I was tagged, the book nearest me was the one I am currently reading, The Kite Runner, but as I was not yet to page 123, I opted to wait. This is not a story that would forgive skipping ahead.

Here’s the section.

What I remember next is the blinding light of early morning as I climbed out of the fuel tank. I remember turning my face up to the sky, squinting, breathing like the world was running out of air. I lay on the side of the dirt road next to a rocky trench, looked up to the gray morning sky, thankful for air, thankful for light, thankful to be alive.

The whole book is as good as that passage.

So good, in fact, that I’m tucking into bed at this early hour of 8:30, so I can finish reading it.

The primaries can wait. This story cannot.