Is that what attacked me in April? I’m still trying to figure out what made me so sick and ultimately caused bacterial pneumonia. Apparently I still sound funny and nasal, although I am no longer breathing like Darth Vader.
Old people sooooo love to talk about their maladies.
What I’m actually here for is to sing the praises of Kate Morden and “The Forgotten Garden”. Just a delightful book from beginning to end, even though it began at the beginning and almost immediately flew to the end; and then hit random chronological spots here there and everywhere as the book progressed until finally getting the mystery solved.
Whew. I usually am not a big fan of hopping around all over the place in a story, although from my writing you might not have grasped that fact. But while reading this book it seemed perfectly fine and natural to me to jump from 1913 to 1930 to 2005 to 1976 and all the way back and forward again without ever getting myself all muddled up and confused. Through generations and across continents. A lovely and splendid journey.
I wanted to post a little blurb about it while I still have the beautiful peaceful feeling of continuity it gave me. How weird is that, all things considered. But when one life ends, so much of it continues on in the people who are left behind; so much of the life of someone in the future can be felt before it even starts. And then when at last you walk into the light it all comes clear. Well, anyway, I’m hoping that’s what happens. The final epiphany.
Kind of makes me want to research the past and dig up a few scandals. But thankfully for my family I lack the necessary ambition, so their secrets are safe with me. (Or from me.) I’d just jump to conclusions and make things up if the facts proved elusive. Should have been a historian I guess.
And to skip back to the beginning suddenly for no apparent reason, never mind about the pollen. I think it was killer snow mold.