This book recently jumped off the shelves of our local library and into my hands. What could I do? I took it home and read it, not having for even one moment, either heard of this book or or read anything at all by this award winning author. One might say this is a book about “nothing”…. and yet, it’s a well written chronicle of an ordinary woman living an ordinary life, starting in pre-WWII Brooklyn, New York. I loved how the author recreated what I am quite sure were very realistic scenes of those years in Brooklyn, and possibly (probably) just about any other mid-sized town in the USA. I love going back in time… to simpler times — however many of the problems that the main character, Marie deals with are still around today. I won’t go into a plot on this one – I knew absolutely nothing about this novel, refusing to read the inside cover beyond the first two or three sentences. I was glad to NOT know what was going to happen, and just let the book flow. At first it was a tiny bit of a struggle getting used to the vacillating between the early years and the years with Marie as an adult woman…. but it all fell into place and I really enjoyed this book….. this book about nothing but ordinary life.
Didn’t I say that coming home was just as much fun (if not more) than going??? 🙂 Well, we had a wonderful trip to New York City, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Boston, and Martha’s Vineyard… and I will share some pictures and tales about the trip … next time. I haven’t even downloaded the photos yet. This time, I just want to revel in the beauty of being home. Sometimes after you have been away for even a short period of time, you appreciate the little things about your life, your home.
Here’s a list of great things about being home:
- My own bed (the cruise ship bed felt like a marble tabletop, and the pillow- a rock)
- Charmin Ultra toilet paper!
- Not having to eat breakfast the moment I get up – being able to sit and savor a cup of coffee…. and later on, having a bite to eat.
- My sweet kitty is here! (I sure missed him and worried about him)
- My own cooking. Not to brag, but honestly, my home-cooked meals are without a doubt better than 90% of the food we got on the cruise. Plus, I know what’s in it!
- Lounging in the evening in sweats with my sweetie, watching our favorite shows on TV. (there were “events” going on every evening on the ship – events you could NOT wear comfy and casual clothes to)
- It’s quiet here, really quiet.
- I don’t have to wear the same pair of socks/pants/underwear (___ you fill in the blank) more than one day if I don’t want to 🙂
Shoot, I could go on, but I think you get the drift. One afternoon while hubby and I were strolling around NYC (which actually means dodging crazy honking taxi cabs and milling around with a million or so of our closest acquaintances in Manhattan) I looked up at him and said, “you know what sweetie…… There’s NO PLACE like home.”