I’m graduating from Cameron University in December with a bachelor’s in English and a minor in journalism. I am blessed to have been able to attend school without having to work at the same time. This semester has just begun and it’s a lot harder than I anticipated. I never would have finished if I’d done this for the last five years.
It may have taken me five and a half years to graduate, but at least I graduated before my kids became my classmates. The two classes I have left to complete my degree work are Audio and Visual Production and Literary Theory.
One of the many things my dad and I have in common is our love of literature. We also like popular fiction. So, you can imagine the hilarity and the confusion that ensued when I got him a kindle for Father’s Day. When I visited him in July he told me how much he loved his new Kindle and all the books he’d read. One in particular he just thought was phenomenal.
“I read ‘50 Shades of Grey,’ ” he casually told me while milking the goat.
I choked on my water and turned 50 shades of red before exclaiming, “What? No you didn’t.”
I refused to believe my father capable of reading such a risque, for lack of a better word, book.
“I did,” he said. “Though, I don’t know what the big fuss is. The movie must have deviated greatly from the book. I keep hearing that the movie is just absolute filth.”
I should interject here that my dad is a conservative pastor.
Anyway, he starts telling me what the book is about and all I can do is shake my head.
“The book is basically about a young man named Dorian Grey. An artist has painted him and he comes to hate the painting because he feared that it would someday remind him of his youth and beauty, that he would someday lose.”
I’ve never read “50 Shades of Grey,” but I was fairly certain that what my dad was describing was not it. Starting with the painting. I did a quick Google search, and quickly found the book that I thought matched what my dad was describing. And let me just say that I’ve never been more thankful for my tiny hand held computer than I was at that moment.
“Daddy, (yes, I still call my dad daddy at 33 years of age) I think what you read is ‘The Picture of Dorian Grey’ by Oscar Wilde.”
“Oh yes, that’s what it was!”
I sincerely hope he didn’t tell anyone else about reading “50 Shades of Grey.”
Another thing my dad and I have in common is our love of dressing in Victorian clothing. Thanksgiving is going to be a very interesting affair this year.
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