Along the Way

I find contentment wandering through gardens, and looking at various scenes. They don’t have to be dramatic. I prefer the more simplistic views.

I enjoy nature’s textures, lines, colors, and contrasts.

I like the bark on trees, and how they remind me of humans. Yes, humans. As we age our skin becomes filled with spots, some areas of toughness, wrinkles, and pigment discoloration.

We aren’t so far off from the exteriors of trees, as we might think.

Benches, give me a bench! I like benches! They offer me solace in a world of chaos, noise, and discontent. I can sit and meditate within the confines of nature. I can listen to the birds singing, squawking, and can watch them flit about.

There is something to be said for benches, and I find them appealing, even if they are old, scratched in spots, made of metal/steel, wood, or even made of concrete.

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Now to move on to books, one of my favorite subjects.

I read The Mirador: Dreamed Memories of Irene Nemirovsky, by her Daughter. I found it heartfelt, bittersweet, and heartbreaking. I have read all of Nemirovsky’s books that have been translated into English.

I have not been disappointed in any of them. I do find it remarkable, when I think about her work, how she portrays Jews in her novels. She was Jewish. To say that it isn’t pretty would be putting it mildly. She often writes about Jewish characters with a tone of hatred. There is no sugar coating the Jews within her works.

But, I have strayed from the story, the idea that her daughter, who knew her physically, for such a short period of time, dreams of what it would have been like to have Nemirovsky in her life. The melancholy within the pages, speaks rivers of emotional flow.

I finished reading The Lions of Fifth Avenue. It was okay, in my opinion. The historical factors regarding the New York City Public Library were excellent, and well researched. If I were to rate it, I would give it three stars out of five stars.

I am in the process of reading The Madonna of the Mountains. It is a novel based in Italy, during the Second World War.

That is it for now. Thank you for stopping by.

-Lorri M.

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