After a long week of doctor’s visits for me and my parents, it was great to celebrate the nation’s birthday in the Geriatric Ward. Despite a few days of exploding fireworks (and gunshots) in our peaceful little hamlet, I’ve managed to continue my reading schedule. There’s a happy finish and a couple of new starts just in time for the new week.
What I Finished This Week

Lady Chatterley’s Lover by D.H. Lawrence. I must admit that I really enjoyed reading this classic novel. While I could see the scandal it would have caused at its time of publication, I found the story relatively tame and extremely provocative and thoughtful. Can marriage survive without intimacy and passion? Should a person have to deny his or her desires simply to avoid public dishonor? Add to this discussions about class distinctions, technological development, and societal change and you have a really outstanding book. My only complaint? Lawrence’s writing felt pedantic and redundant at times. 3.5 stars.
What I’m Currently Reading


The Summer We Started Over by Nancy Thayer (p. 110 of 302). I’m kind of on a roll with books about broken relationships, so this seemed like the perfect fit for the moment. Eddie and Barrett are sisters who could not be more different. Eddie lives in the city, works in publishing, and enjoys a fast-paced life. Barrett is opening her own business on Nantucket while trying to care for her father at their farmhouse. The girls’ lives have been traumatized by the desertion of their mother and the tragic death of their brother. Eddie returns to Nantucket for a long overdue homecoming so she can assist Barrett with the store’s grand opening and help with her father who seems to be dealing with some depression. This begins the rebuilding of their lives together as they deal with loss and hopefully begin to find love again. Thayer’s writing glides effortlessly and is a relaxing experience that readers can be swept away into a lovely summer story.
Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy (p. 14 of 817). This absolutely beautiful edition has been praised for its exquisite translation and readability. I added it to my bookshelf in 2004 with every intention to read this work, but I always found a reason to put it back on the shelf every time I pulled it down. Either it was too long for the limited reading time I had available or the Russian names (and the multiple iterations of names) were intimidating and would require more effort than I was ready to devote. I don’t have my nose in any other #BigBookofSummer at the moment and based on my recent readings about relationships, this seemed like the perfect moment in time. So in the wee hours of the morning, I quietly slipped to the back while the rest of the Geriatric Ward remained asleep and began to dive into the pages. I even read the introduction to the edition before diving into Tolstoy’s story. My plan is to pair this massive novel with more contemporary options in the coming weeks. I’ll try to get through at least one of the novel’s eight parts each week; most of the individual parts are around 120 pages in length. I know it’s going to be an adventure, but it’s time to just jump into the deep end of this Russian classic. Slow and steady wins the race, right?























