Reading the Last Page First

My grandma and I have a couple things in common.  Fourteen years ago, she gave me a book with the following note inscribed in the cover:

Dearest Megan,


This is my very favorite book.  I am so happy that you are old enough to share it with me.  Read it and tell me what you think.  Be sure to read it before you watch the video.  Have a Merry Christmas.


Love you,
Nana


I have since read To Kill a Mockingbird four times. Since my grandma gave it to me when I was eleven years old, it has also become one of my very favorite books.  My grandma and I also share the habit of wanting to know how the story ends so badly that we frequently read the last page or chapter of a book after reading the first few.

Shhh... don't tell, Meggie, but I read the end already.


Living in New York City, working in a skyscraper, and meeting all sorts of new people is more exciting than any book I've read.  If I were to write a novel about my life, I would have to write a series.  Childhood, undergrad, and law school each deserve their own binding.  New York would be at least the fourth book in my series with chapters such as:

Chapter 1: The Joy of Having Professional Movers
Chapter 2: Ten New Facebook Friends after a Church Dance
Chapter 3: A Broken Escalator and a Pedestrian Traffic Jam

And the current chapter: Implied Warranty of Habitability.  I really wish I could see if our landlord turns on the heat in chapter 5, not to mention the other story lines I'd like to know the end of.  But this author hasn't figured out the end yet.  She's still waiting to write the last page.