As I boarded my bus to work this morning, I was surprised to find the driver listening to an audiobook in English sans headphones. It was unusual enough that I chose to take the front seat so I could zone out to my native language on the 20-minute ride to Lund.
Before we had even reached the next stop, it was clear that the story was some kind of racy historical romance that seemed vaguely familiar to me. I was still trying to figure out what it was when the driver pulled out a bottle of Coke … not exactly a common early-morning beverage for a middle-aged woman. A few moments later, she starts munching on a candy bar, and I’m thinking, “This lady is channeling her inner teenager.”
And it was in that moment that the book clicked for me. It was The Clan of the Cave Bear by Jean M. Auel, the first of a series of books that are pretty famous for their depiction of pre-historic caveman/cavewoman sex … something I remember VERY CLEARLY from reading it in high school. And suddenly the bus driver’s breakfast made perfect sense.