Tuesday, July 2
- Book: The Glass Lake
- Chapters: 4
- Location: Front porch
- Smoking: Mish mash salad
What I’m listening to:
Did I cry?
I have not been getting teared up as much lately. Maybe I’ve worked through some things.
Thoughts while reading (could be about the book, could not):
I made lollipops this morning and they are so good that I want to keep them all for myself. I can’t tell you the flavor yet, only my Suckers get to know that.
I need to know what is happening to this family that has had a horrible tragedy befall them. Except it’s not a tragedy, it’s a missed communication of major proportions.
This storyline a little reminds me of “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime” and I’m here for it. It would be wild if the author of that was inspired by Maeve Binchy.
brb reading
So, I think I get a little bit of the shame about calling myself an artist of any sort because of how much I’ve read Maeve Binchy’s books. Not a lot of the shame, that definitely came from my upbringing.
However, some of my adult life shame could be attributed to the way that artistic types are portrayed in Binchy’s books. Well, not how they are portrayed, per se. Cause they are vibrant characters with excellent qualities that I aspire to share. But the way the other folks in the town respond to them or even talk about them behind their backs.
I think that has made me reluctant to call myself an artist of any sort because I don’t want people to act like that with me. I’ve also grown up a bit and understand that if people are talking negatively about someone else behind their back for sport, well, that says a lot more about them than it does me.
brb reading again.
p.s. that doesn’t stand for “birb reading” in case you were wondering.
This book is compelling and not very much at all like “Curious Incident”. The only thing the same is someone is living a secret life. The way this is written is beautiful. This story is unfolding like origami.
One of the things Maeve Binchy is excellent at is shifting storylines. I think that is one of the main reasons I’m not as receptive to short story-style novels as much.
One recurring theme I’m noticing is the creative wife/boring husband trope. I wonder where that might come from. Like, the obvious answer is Binchy and her hubby, but I don’t think Gordon (her husband) is boring at all. And he’s so full of obvious love for her that I can’t imagine him being the boring partner she wanted to escape from.
So, then I wonder if it’s about her mother – like she was writing what she saw unfold as a child. Like, the relationship between her mother and her father.
Or maybe it’s just a recurring character that kept knocking at her brain door.
I get lots of those.
New birds heard:
Blue jay (below), American Crow (!!!),
