I liked Something Borrowed, Something Blue, and even that other book she did that I just read about the doctor and his wife and the little boy and Carol... You know the book? Well, Carol makes her cameo here. She is a minor character in a book that fills out the minor character in that book.
Can I just reveal that I related to this book to the point that I was talking out loud to myself and blushing hard core because I understood very much what the main character was going through. She was married to a great man, but in love with a man in her past, a man she had an intense love for, and though things were touch and go with their relationship, there was something she had to find out, regardless of everything else that was going on in her life. There was one particular passage that really struck me, and against my better judgement, because I know this will come back to haunt me one day because everything I have ever posted has, I am going to post it, if only to take it out of my head:
Time passes, but neither of us speaks, as Leo’s hand completely covers mine. The weight and warmth of it is the same as it was as the diner, the day all of this began, but the gesture feels completely different. This contact is not incidental to a conversation. It is the conversation. It is also an invitation. An invitation I accept with a languid turn of my wrist until my palm is up, facing his, and we are officially holding hands. I tell myself that it is the most innocent of gestures. Grade-school crushes hold hands. Parents and children hold hands. Friends hold hands.
But not like this. Never like this.
I listen to the sound of Leo breathing, his face close to mine, as our fingers interlock, unlace, rearrange. And we fly east that way, eventually drifting off, suspended in the sky, in time, together.
So here it is. I offer this section to you in an attempt to get you to read this book, to love it as much as I almost loved it. There were parts that I wanted to be different, but isn't that the way with life? If only some small little thing were changed, it could could all turn out differently.
Anyway, this book it making the trip to my sister's apartment, and hopefully back here, so I can guard what I have found and think about what has been excavated. Read it and enjoy it. Then, safely store up what you got from it.
