I spent this weekend devouring a novel. I can’t remember the last time I started a book on a Friday and finished it on a Sunday. It made me so happy to feast on fiction again!
After being let down by a book I had been excited to read, I went into this one with little hope. I allowed myself a little bit of excitement about the hay bale on the cover, and cautious optimism for stories of farm land and farm life. I had no expectation that this book would grip me, and the thought never crossed my mind that I would pick it up and not want to put it down until I finished it. I took time this weekend to tape off the baseboards in our living room, to go to the grocery, to bake hamburger buns, and to make chocolate covered strawberries with our daughter. Aside from those things, I read.
And it felt amazing.
I don’t want to build the book up, lest it might let someone down. The main point is that this book thrilled me, and it felt really good to be thrilled by a book again. It’s been a long time. Even with that caveat, I’m guessing you’ll want to know what book it was :-). It was Jane Smiley’s A Thousand Acres.