I'm joining Kat and fellow Unravelers for Unraveled Wednesday with more mundane and boring baby washcloths.
They're not terribly exciting, but they are just right for meditative hot-weather knitting. No two-color ones have been knit yet, but that should happen in the next couple of days, and then on to the Baby Surprise Jacket.
| As dull as my knitting was last week, I did have a few reading revelations. The first was with The Transit of Venus. When two reading friends whose opinions I trust call The Transit of Venus "the most compelling, satisfying book I’ve read in a very long time" and say "I am astonished at Hazzard's use of language, sentence structure, foreshadowing, and the depth of her characters," I pay attention. I made my local library get their copy of The Transit of Venus out of storage, and I eagerly started reading. I kept waiting to get to the parts where I couldn't put the book down, but 147 pages in, it was a relief to put the book down for a final time and return it to the library. I wanted to love it, and I've put it on my "try again someday" shelf, but this is not the right book for me now. Maybe someday I'll try again and it will be a better fit. So giving myself permission to stop reading was the first reading revelation. The second revelation has to do with The Evening Chorus by Helen Humphreys. I think Jane originally recommended this book and I put it on my list after reading The Lost Garden by the same author. I just finished The Evening Chorus and it was exquisite. It's a quiet but commanding book about how three people, a man, his wife, and his sister, deal with life during WWII in England and afterward. Humphreys writes beautifully about love and loss, but it's really a story about nature's constancy during a time of unspeakable human ruin. I'm tempted to re-read it immediately but want to just sit with it for a while. I also finished a pre-publication copy of Lucy by the Sea. There were no real revelations for me here; it's the latest in Elizabeth Strout's novels about Lucy Barton. I have enjoyed all the other books (especially Oh William!) and also loved this one. Lucy is by the sea because of the pandemic, but Strout has filled this book with more wonderful insights from Lucy about loneliness, grief, longing, loss, resilience, and the human condition. I hope Elizabeth Strout keeps writing about Lucy Barton because I will gladly keep reading. |
What are you making and reading this week?
















