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Dec. 16th, 2018

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Thank you for the reading-while-busy book suggestions. A steady pile of library books is accumulating on the living-room table. This phase of book-borrowing always feels so purposeful, unlike the lamentable scramble to get them all back in.

I have begun trying to sort out the Beautiful Shed for the winter -- I reorganized the back hall and office area (which is just the triangular space under the staircase, but it serves) and set up a shelf for the books I teach from / with / about (I ought to have one on prepositions) -- some on Fantastic Beasts, a few on composition, but most for Indigenous Literatures and Oratures.

There's much more to do, but the open surface of the desk feels expansive, and the shelf of books purposeful.

I moved all my children's / YA books back upstairs into the loft; that leaves about fifty books on the stairs still uncatalogued -- mostly short stories, which need to be incorporated into the fiction section. They had their own section for a while, but this became impracticable.

As I was moving the YA books, I discovered a forgotten copy of Jacob Have I Loved, so naturally I immediately sat down and started to read it.

For me and for my friend J., Jacob was a touchstone in the struggle towards maturity (ETA: which is to say, well into our late 20s). For a long time when I was young, I only thought about how unfair Louise's life was. I identified with the early part of her narrative perspective, and felt like she was cheated.

Now the book feels like such a generous offering, this story about how if you don't get what you want, if you don't feel like the one chosen for love and attention, you can still make a beautiful and purposeful life -- often a better one than your first limited expectations would have allowed for.

I feel that, certainly.

I think partly this was lost on me when I was younger because the grown-up bit of Louise's life is telescoped into the last chapter of the book (which makes sense for a YA novel, but doesn't allow time for my young self, a thinker in absolutes, to contemplate why this, too, might be a good life.)

But what I really came here to point out was this:

"What time's the ferry due?"
"The same time as always, Grandma." I wished only to be left to my book, which was a deliciously scary one about some children who had been captured by a bunch of pirates in the West Indies. It was my mother's. All of the books were hers except the extra Bibles. (41)

Surely Louise is reading A High Wind in Jamaica.

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