I’ve never seen such fog, in the middle of summer no less, the temperature still high, just knowing later in the day it’s going to be hot, hot, hot. Usually fog so thick sees me with frozen fingertips, wrapped in many layers of clothes. And the stillness this morning! We were running a little late-there should have been much more traffic on the road, but there wasn’t. The only traffic I could see was always ahead of me, partially hidden in the fog. And there was a strange, somewhat unpleasant smell in the air, which my children told me was the smell of millipedes, though they could not agree on whether it was the smell of millipede poo, or squashed millipedes…
I wanted to take some photos, and attempted to, on my phone, though they are not the masterpieces I was hoping for. I needed the time to stop, take aim, but I also needed to get my children to the bus in time, and so I missed the best shots, for when I returned from the bus stop the sun had broken through, as I knew it would, and cleared the fog. Traffic was as it should have been, and the smell had gone.
Today I also have the joy of being able to sit in silence, both children at school, partner sleeping in. I’m watching the amazing view I have out my window – all fresh and new.
And I finally got the chance to blog.
As my followers will notice – my blog has had a major overhaul. I’ve been thinking about it for some time – the previous title “Life at 30: Encampassing all that life brings” is no longer a good guide to my subject matter, which nowadays is mostly my writing.
Today felt like a good day for a fresh new start!
Late last year I was lucky enough to receive from Allen and Unwin, an advance copy of The Story Teller, by Jodi Picoult, to review.
I devoured the book in a day or two, it was brilliant.
Here’s my review:
Jodi Picoult never fails to deliver. In “The Storyteller” she succeeds, as always, in capturing the truth of the human condition, in delving deep in human emotions and laying them bare for all to see and feel alongside her characters. Sage is a young woman, hiding from the world so as not to face her scars – both emotional and physical, who befriends an elderly gentleman by the name of Josef, known for his good work in the community. He too has scars, terrible things in his past he has hidden for far too long, and now he wants only two things – death and forgiveness. Both of which he asks of Sage.
Through his request Sage learns of the terrible parts of her own history, and her grandmother’s past.
“What is the point in trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet… If you lived through it you know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it. And if you didn’t, you will never understand.”
Perhaps these words, spoken by Minka, grandmother of Sage and survivor of the holocaust, are true. No words can describe the true horror of such an experience, and yet Jodi’s words still manage to convey enough of a sense of what happened to have me reaching for the tissues, my children asking what was wrong.
The Storyteller is, as to be expected, a brilliant novel, I couldn’t put it down.
And now, I am really excited because my review was picked among many others as part of the promotion of the book! How exciting is that!! And even better – Allen and Unwin are giving readers the chance to win an advance copy on their Facebook page: https://apps.facebook.com/allenandunwinbooks/giveaways/Enter/6382
Good luck!! 😀