My memory is excellent. Except when it isn’t.
We had dinner with my folks the other night, and I mentioned that my book group was reading a book on Hawaiian history. Turns out my mom was also reading a book about Hawaii.
So we immediately had an argument. Over the Hawaiian flag.
After awhile I finally thought to ask, “Mom, are you reading historical fiction?” And yes she was. But even though I was reading a non-fiction, researched book, it took a while for her to concede that just possibly that I was on the factual side of the argument.
(My faulty memory for titles, and my non-interesting blog post aside, Unfamiliar Fishes is an excellent read, and you should get your hands on a copy.)