I finished reading The Lost Summer… The only thing I can add is that it did finally jump into the fictionalized version of Ms. Alcott’s present there at the end.
Next up is Father Melancholy’s Daughter. I just KNEW I was going to love this book, based in Romulus, VA, which is supposedly just a valley away from here, somewhere near Staunton, VA. Ol’ podunk Charlottesville is mentioned early and often too, especially after said Daughter ends up at UVA. Father Melancholy is even an Episcopal priest, and since I grew up going back and forth between the big E and the big C (the Roman Catholic Church), that too is very familiar.
I don’t get why this is such a rave reviewed book. I was a little light-headed last night, and I’m sure it’s from all the timeline jumping Ms. Godwin does. I want to love the characters and care about them, but I don’t. Father Melancholy needs antidepressants and his daughter is his enabler. I want to give them both a stern talking-to and tell them to pull themselves up by their bootstraps and get on with their lives. They’re both brilliant and talented, but so far – over half-way through – they aren’t moving on at all.
I’ve said once I wasn’t going to finish it, but I’m still turning pages. As with my take on Edgar Sawtelle, it’s not them, it’s me. I mean, for pete’s sake, one of my favorite books EVER is James Joyce’s Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, and if that doesn’t jump all over the place with its stream of consciousness…
Of course, the happy ending factor is at play here. Okay, Lost Summer had a pleasant enough ending (no spoilers here though!), and it’s too soon to tell about Melancholy. Maybe it will convert me in the last third of the book.
Of course, I’ve also gone at least one week past due on a haircut, and my hair appointment is this Saturday. I’m not sure this style is working for my waves, which will not submit to ANYTHING with this humidity. See!? I’m sure it’s just me.
Do note though that I’m reading. In days of old, neither of these books would have lasted a weekend, but compared to my lack of reading for the first couple of years of my knitting addiction, I’m pleased. I do still want to get sucked into a book I can’t put down again though. Anyone have one of those to suggest?