Biting The Apple

It’s a cloudy day,

 looks like snow is a real possibility.

I don’t know why,

 but I’m feeling strangely optimistic.

Maybe I should buy lottery tickets?

Maybe a voluptuous woman is about to drop into my life?

Oh well…

I am officially out of my book slump.

This week I read two books that I liked very much.

I have already discussed My Year Of Meats,

the other is Biting The Apple by Lucy Jane Bledsoe.

I loved this book.

It left me feeling buoyant.

The last book I read that I enjoyed this much was,

 Aquamarine by Carol Anshaw.

Oddly enough,

both of these novels,

 have former Olympic athletes,

 as protagonists.

Eve Glass, is a former track and field star.

She competed in the 1500 metre in the 1976 Montreal Olympics.

Eve had shown great promise and star power in Montreal,

 and was considered a real medal contender for Moscow in 1980.

But, 1980’s games were boycotted by the west,

 and she never got her chance.

Now in her forties,

 Eve is a successful writer,

 she wrote a book about going the distance,

 to attain success,

 and has recently penned one about Grace.

Like everyone,

Eve has a past,

and like everyone sooner or later,

 she must deal with it.

Joan is a freelance journalist,

 she knew Eve when they were sixteen.

Eve and her coach Nick,

 changed Joan’s life.

 After twenty five years,

 they are back on each other’s paths.

This novel is short and  dense.

So many ideas, so many themes and yet,

it is a flowing and thoroughly enjoyable read.

There are no heroes and no villains just people,

who live their lives.

With the past casting shadows, light shadows but,

 shadows

Your forties are a time,

 when you wonder about your life path,

are you really living your life,

 or going through the motions set up

by the the road you took in your youth.

This book made me think.

Not a splitting headache kind of think,

more like a smooth reflective think.

The kind you have,

 after a really good philosophical talk,

 with your smartest friend.

Beautifully paced, beautifully written.

An enlightening quiet book.

No telegraphing, no cheap plot devices.

Real, organic.

Worth your time.

Track it down.

Later girls

BB

By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

5 comments

  1. I’m reading! And I think I might start following your book lists, on account of I’ve got nothing left to read. But I’m also feeling your thoughts, some are similar to what I’ve been feeling lately. So it’s nice to find a kindred spirit. I also love your sign off, “Later girls” it’s very comforting.

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