First, a note: Ten days into the new year and I’m still sick. If this is an omen, it doesn’t bode well for the rest of the year. I did, however, make a connection. Last night I was at my neighbors’ house for a brief time. They heat their house with firewood. Smoky environment = no voice for me in the morning. Well ugh for real. How am I supposed to live here and not breath smoke?
I was trying for a sort of ghostly image...
That aside, Lady in White is now a kindle book. I forgot how much I liked that book. Talk about characters trapped by society’s conventions! We, living in these modern times, tend to forget that in the past there was very little free choice about what you did or became in life if you didn’t have the power or capital to change things–and those with the power and capital were hell-bent on making sure no one else got any. The quiet, shy people, or those given to following conventions, just bowed their heads and endured.
And the ending of this book always makes me cry. Weird that my own writing can do that, but I guess I really loved Nick.
Well, that’s the best I can do while I’m still coughing my guts out. It’s back to bed for me, where I can watch my fruit trees start to bud out in this unusually warm weather–then it’ll freeze and I’ll lose all the fruit again this year. (I really need to go back to bed I think.)