Just finished another great book. Set during the pandemic in rural Michigan, a mother tells the story of her past while she and her daughters, two who have come home for the duration with one who works the farm, pick cherries. Thankful for this time with them, she realizes how lucky the family is to be together.
Ann Patchett is an amazing writer who can still surprise me, with one instance unflinchingly highlighting the reality for many women past and present, all while also making the mundane of our lives real and relatable. She looks at her past life and the life she has and regrets little, knowing how wonderful her life has been.
One minor storyline connected especially. I am grateful to have one amazing weekend wedding as a memory, but also appreciative to have had one partner with us for the months of the pandemic. Life gives us variety and enough, if we only stop to recognize that. In this instance, I do. Our youth live their lives for themselves and not for us, as it should be.
We read to grow and understand, and sometimes we read to see our lives projected back at us. Tom Lake was just such a book.
Me
Ps: I really should read Our Town. I never have.
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