Last year, in New York, self made it a point to visit Carnegie Hall, where Dearest Mum gave a piano concert when she was only 14. She had won a New York Times piano competition.
Because self wanted to be as close to Carnegie Hall as possible, she stayed in a hotel only a block away. She arrived with two suitcases filled with books and kept apologizing to the bell hop. She vividly remembers how, when she was in London, a bus driver who was attempting to help her with her bags said, after hefting one: “I tell ya, it must be nice leaving home knowing you’ve brought all your books with you!”
The New York bellhop said: “Madame, this is nothing. A few days ago, I helped a Brazilian couple, and they had 17 suitcases.”
17 suitcases! Unbelievable!
But now that self is reading Brazillionaires, she believes it.
Because Brazillionaires is all about how Brazil’s richest people (what we in America might refer to as “the 1%) live.
And self now belatedly recalls that one time, when she was visiting a class in Skyline College, she just blurted out, completely unprompted: “I hate rich people.”
And unfortunately, she’ll be reading this book all week.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.