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A couple of weeks ago after a delicious dinner at the home of good friends my husband and I settled in with the other couple, watching it rain, sipping wine, and chatting. Eventually the conversation came around to the final episode of Mad Men. We discussed it for fifteen minutes or so, sometimes agreeing, sometimes differing over the meaning of it all.
You know that feeling you get when you begin a new novel and after the first few pages you get a warm tingly feeling that tells you you’re in for something special? That’s how I felt when I picked up 2 A.M. at the Cat’s Pajamas by Marie-Helene Bertino.
I don’t know about you, but my “to read” list is completely out of control. I keep adding titles to the list (which I keep on my “for later” list in TCCL’s catalog—you should try it if you aren’t already taken advantage of that terrific feature), but never manage to actually read them. Oh, well, it makes me feel better just seeing them there, knowing that I’ve captured them online and that they can’t easily escape me.
Sue Monk Kidd’s latest book, The Invention of Wings, is a moving novel narrated by two remarkable women; Sarah Grimke, the daughter of slave-holding parents in early 18th century Charleston, and Handful, the house slave who is presented as a gift to Sarah on her eleventh birthday.
Before my niece could speak a full sentence, she knew the phrase “once upon a time.” She would walk over to me holding a book in one hand and sit on my lap. As I opened the book, she would begin “once upon a time,” which I must confess sounded a bit more like “uns-uponna-tie.” Darling, right? But also incredibly powerful.