
Greenlights
Over the holidays, I picked up a book to enjoy during my trip. Thereโs nothing like quietly reading, curled up next to the lit Christmas tree in your childhood house in the evenings. So, I wanted to pick something not too heavy, but not romancey (not my style). So, I chose Matthew McConaugheyโs memoir โGreenlights.โ
Letโs be honest, I hear very little negative about this guy. People seem to like him and trust him; he seems worthy of the respect he receives. And meโฆ come on, whatโs not to adore about that guy? With that in mind, I was really looking forward to this read, and then it happenedโฆ
It all started on page 13 with the sentence:
โCatching greenlights is about skill: intent, context, consideration, endurance, anticipation, resilience, speed, and discipline.โ
Donโt get me wrong, I love the sentiment and the idea, but things took a turn. It was after that start of the paragraph that all I could hear was Matthew McConaugheyโs slow, hickory syrup, Texas drawl, which I do believe few can resist. But suddenly it was every sentence, every word. Even though you think you should have another voice in your head, you canโt make it happen. Itโs always that drawn-out rhythm of Matthewโs that just seems to grip you.
One review on the inside of the cover said โDelightfully voicey.โ Not wrong. Look! I was one of the first to sign up for the app โCalm,โ to simply have the soothing vocals of Matthew McConaughey telling some dreamy story as I drifted off to sleep. It was magical!
But the book, it was different. I did not love it so much. I tried. I made it to page 48 and, as they say, I decided to close that chapter on the book.
Iโve been thinking about it often, maybe I shouldnโt be too judgmentalโฆ it could end up being a great beach read.
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