I have no idea how long I’ve had the book – nor why I have not read it before this. You will notice from looking at the list just for this year that I have very eclectic tastes in books. Actually I have eclectic tastes in just about everything. It’s part of my mysterious charm. (snerk!) I have stacks of books – purchased, gifted, taken from dumpsters – you get the idea. Generally whatever floats to the top of the stack is my choice.
I am really enjoying this read. Just to let you know how I read books – I either get caught up in them and LOVE them . . . or I toss them . . . within the first few pages. Your writing has to GRAB me to keep me. You can make me cry, laugh, rage, love, etc. and I will love your writing and continue reading just for those different reasons.
It took me a couple of chapters to realize that this is a story ABOUT Madeleine herself, written in her hand. Well, duh, Moosie! No, the flyleaf didn’t tell me that. It took me getting INTO the book to realize it. But, rather than put me off, I am charmed by the concept. It is especially touching that she writes of teaching a group of writers at OSU (Ohio State University) which is in my hometown of Columbus, Ohio.
What in the world was I doing in 1972 when she was teaching this? Why didn’t I know about it, go to it . . .????
Oh, wait. Yeah. 1972. That was the year of raising my toddler, being a wife and mama. It was the year before I lost my own Mama. Oh, yeah. I was otherwise preoccupied with LIFE.
Back then I read a different genre – although even then I had eclectic tastes. I read almost exclusively romance novels. (don’t be a hater – I was young) But I also read (and cringed my way through as a newly pregnant mama) Rosemary’s Baby. Probably not the best choice for a pregnant person, but oh my it was gripping.
These days I’m involved in writer’s prompts to keep me attacking the words. However, I find that if I am not READING as well, my brain shrivels and the writing is harder.
How about you??? What are you reading, writing?