book

So like I thought this was a book about Frieda Kahlo because my eyes are so bad. I thought this was a picture of her. Actually this book is a sweeping saga about a Jewish family on the Island of St. Thomas. So far I'm enjoying it quite a bit even though the language is overlush in places. Sometimes too much of a good thing, well, it's just too much.

I  notice Isabel Allende has another book out called the Japanese Lover. I think I will order this one too. I'm just turning to all my escape writers for some reason. I keep thinking of my friend Elyce wandering through her pretty Dowsett style house cleaning and cooking and wonder if I had a house like that if I would be more like she is? I live in a cozy cabin and am to be found curled up in a chair with my kindle rather than cooking or cleaning.

Elyce even has a painting that she painted over her mantle piece. It is very Bloomsbury. Very Vanessa Bell. I couldn't begin to paint something I'd hang on my own wall! I guess that's why I'm reading escapist fiction. As long as Richard is working on the inside of the house I can't get it cleaned the way I want. To make an art of my life including my house is the goal.

And if I can't get there one way I'll get there another. This is the magnificence of reading.