The Accidental Tourist
I’m re-reading The Accidental Tourist. Like all good books, I see something totally different than I did when I read it almost 20 years ago. It was just a fun romantic story when I was young. I appreciated the wit and humor and the traveling but not so much the depth of the relationships. There are things you just don’t get until you’ve lived through them. Not having had kids, maybe I don’t relate as much to the lost child part. Well, not that I can’t relate or imagine the loss, and enjoy experiencing something foreign, but that’s all it is, a foreign experience I don’t plan to have. But having been married and in some long relationships, I feel a lot like Macon, and empathize with so many of the characters. I notice and understand Sarah a lot more this time around as well.
I’ve seen the movie of course. I’m not sure whether it was before or after my first reading. But it was quite a long time ago. I have to admit that as I read I still picture William Hurt and Geena Davis.