"He grins and disappears. She hears the basement door close, and she climbs, alone, to the house. A scraggly dog runs up the steps to the house. A city flower. A climber. Yellow with a small red center. Every bloom with its own little violence."
Maybe you, my gardening pals, are trying to cram as much reading as you can into these cold winter months, because for me, as soon as that first robin sings, all bets...and books, are off.
I want to share my most recent literary find with you, because it is, quite simply, one of the most beautifully written books I have ever read. Written by National Book Award winner, Colum McCann, the novel is fascinating generational geology, with words and passages and metaphor that will make you swoon.
"But this is not the story of a life.
It is the story of lives, knit together,
overlapping in succession, rising again from grave to grave."
~ Wendell Berry, from "Rising"
Page after page, I regretted that it was a library book...unable to mark the many words and sentences that captivated me.
"She touched his eyelids. She could feel s life fall shut beneath her fingers. No need to stop his breath. It was much like drawing a small red curtain across. So many of them waited until they were in a woman's hands."
Before spring and the warming soil beckon you...give yourself a gift...read this book.
Labels: Colum McCann, Libre, reading, TransAtlantic, winter