But the beautiful morning sun is now all clouds. The laundry hanging on the line no longer looks like some great artist's portrayal of Tuscany or Provence. I've pulled on a long-sleeve shirt to cope with the chill in the air.
This afternoon I find myself feeling lost, feeling that I am in some world other than the one I was planning on.
I have been reading a novel that has affected me profoundly. It is an interesting book, well-enough written, but certainly not high literature. Nonetheless, it has somehow wrung so much out of me that I find myself in tears, afraid.
Finally I put the book down, with only about 100 pages until the end.
I don't know whether I should read on, hoping for some sense of resolution that will allow me to get past the place I am now, or return the book to the library and go read some cozy mystery.
It is time for a pot of tea.
5 comments:
I am so glad to read this post and see how reading can affect other people in the same way it often affects me. You're wise to choose the pot of tea- sometimes the heart-breaking or intense books need to be abandoned, at least temporarily, especially on blustery days that belie it being summer.
I am, of course, amazed at your morning productivity...
Good golly do tell what the book is, even if it ain't highfalutin. I find sometimes that some books act as last straws that kind of compel me toward the way I was leaning anyhow. If it's really bad juju, I would leave the last 100 pages just sit there until I am "over" whatever it is.
Yes, please tell the book's name! I am intrigued. I am the same way with books. Right now, I am doing research on Ireland and on the history of gmos and am so emotional about it all as I read that it is hard to let go of it sometimes.
I promise to write about the book soon. After taking the afternoon off, I did finish the book and I think it made it easier to move on.
Ahhhh, this is why I no longer read fiction. Lord knows I read enough along the way to my PhD, and anymore I find it affects me too much to be useful to any of my meaningful relationships. I tend to live the drama, and that doesn't make for a good mama. ;)
I figure there'll be time enough for fiction again once my babes are grown.
Looking forward to hearing what got to you so....
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