With the children finally asleep and hubby preoccupied with basketball play-offs, I set about to finish the last 40 pages of
Loitering With Intent. I decided that the dishes could wait and that the laundry still had a good day left before it started sprouting legs-I had a book to finish and by golly, I was going to finish it!......About 5 pages in and Baby is up and, shockingly hungry. So, like any other respectable mother I must put baby before self and s-l-o-w-l-y put the book down. By now the need for sleep is hitting hard.
Next morning, one child off to school, Hubby off to work, Baby awake....I am smart- I feed and read. and after 2 feedings I have finally finished the book! I was so happy and still saddened. I had grown so close to Fleur, her book-laden apartment and her
Warrender Chase-a title which I must admit was a little awkward on the tongue at first but grew on me over time. I loved how Fleur always seemed to get off track when trying to explain a situation-very conversational. This was a letter she had written and I just happened to eavesdrop. And haven't we all felt the, "...my
Warrender Chase, mine. I hugged it. I kissed it...and went on my way rejoicing."
It was completely fantastic. My favorite line? "It was a frightening thought but at the same time external to me, as if I were watching a play I had no power to stop. It then came to me again, there in the taxi, what a wonderful thing it was to be a woman and an artist in the twentieth century". And isn't that so true?
