Lost & Found

Excited. I got up this morning to look for a good mystery. I wanted to get in a Halloween mood. Instead, I didn't find a mystery. I found a different type of book. For months For months, I couldn't find this particular book. Then, all of a sudden, serendipity, it's there in front of me. The book is titled Victoire My Mother's Mother by Maryse Conde. It's translated by Richard Philcox. It's a novel. The cover of the book is magical to me. It's a painting of a young woman doing woman's work. Perhaps, she is dusting. The cover is different shades of brown and ecru. No bright colorful flowers in a pitcher. There is only brown. Her face and hair are brown too. The lady is thinking as she dusts. Is she thinking of her mother? I wonder.

My feeling is that her thoughts will lead me to discover the deep streams of thoughts within me. A couple of years ago I became really excited about the author's life. I made a quick resolution to read all of her books. I know. It was a rash promise. Perhaps, at that time I remembered the importance of never making promises.

As usual, I have other books lined up to review.  One of these books is A Cup of Dust by Susie Finkbeiner. It's about growing up in Red River, Oklahoma during the Dust Bowl years. I wanted to read the book in order to learn about those years. I only remember learning about the Dust Bowl in  high school and  while watching The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck. 

So for once I've chosen my reading before Monday. It's a good weekend. It's another weekend where book titles are running through my mind making me feel happily seasick along with titles of poetry and maybe a play or two. When will I get off reading merry-go-round? I hope never, but I know that's not possible. So I will remain in the present and not look at the future. For a while, I can pretend to be immortal. By the way my Halloween book page is coming up.:)