Finally, A Finished Book

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?