Years ago, I’d have been flabbergasted to know that this version of older me wasn’t devouring multiple books weekly…but here I am, and life is what it is. There are a million flimsy excuses I could give, and we’ve all used them a million times: work, house, kids, family, farm, etc, etc, but they’re just that: excuses.
The electric went out last Friday due to a “raccoon getting into a feeder station” (can you imagine the absurdity of it? LOL), and since I’d already vacuumed and ran the dishwasher the night before, I decided I’d crack open a library book that was already overdue since I figured the electric would be back on shortly. It didn’t come back on for hours. I read most of the book that day, and then I had to put it away and get back to work when the electric was fixed. Since last Friday, I’ve grabbed this library book and read a little here, a little there (mostly just before heading to bed), and this morning I finished it.
I truly enjoyed this book. It is about a family, touched by tragedy, and then their reactions to that in the following years. It is sad, tragic, and mournful to read, but it is a story that builds upon itself and peels back the layers of the past so skillfully that I kept thinking about the story as I was drifting off to sleep all week long. I highly recommend this novel if you’re looking for something new to read!
I know this has reawakened my desire to read novels again, and I’m planning to read one or two a month from now on!