Tonight I am hosting my very first book club discussion. I've spent the day vacuuming, baking with Oscar (he's good licking paddles) and drafting out a few talking points. I kind of feel like I'm in college again: hunkering down with Wallace Stegner, researching Madison and Toscanini, deconstructing his quiet and beautiful and ultimate novel. (Except in college I didn't have a kid and I probably used the oven a total of five times.) Here's one of several favorite paragraphs:
Meantime there were these friends, this open-armed family, this summer weather, these peaceful mornings on the guest-house porch where, with my typewriter on a card table, and the thrushes and whitethroats singing up the last act of the summer's intense family life, I could sit among the treetops and look down through the hemlocks to the glitter of the lake and feel my mind as sharp as a knife, capable of anything, including greatness.
I wish my copy had this cover. Apparently Charity's legs were even longer than I imagined. (That's Charity, right?)