“Exactly,” the man said.
I took a deep breath and thought about both books, about how each of them had changed me when I’d listened to them as I’d gone to and from work in San Francisco. “I’m going to say Just Mercy, but only because of the way Stevenson wrote it, not because the content was any more or less important than Alexander’s work.”
“You mean because he tells Johnny D’s story?” Marcus asked.
“Exactly . . . and his own. Alexander’s book is great for a book club discussion, but I happen to believe people get changed most by stories.” I felt a little nervous about my choice, not wanting to disrespect either man’s choice.
But Marcus smiled, and the other man reached out his hand to shake mine. “That is a good answer, Ms. Beckett. Now, do you have a few minutes to discuss hosting a
