I have been reading,researching and writing about Mexican American immigrant journeys for two years. Since giving birth to Sadie came in the middle of my thesis work, I have experienced an extended stay in the last couple of moments of grad research--faithfully plugging away with each stolen moment to reach the end goal of a thesis worth reading and sharing with others who will listen. My work (both thesis and mothering) has left be someone bereft in the way of notable and recent literary reads--I haven't read anything "for fun" in ages. Every time I would pick up a book at the local Barnes and Noble and felt its smooth cover across my fingertips, I would be overcome with a sudden feeling of guilt that I was somehow forsaking my research reading anything unrelated. It took a long time to give up these nonsensical sentiments and do something fun.
When I ventured out for something. I wanted it to be "worth my time" away from my work. Consequently, I pursued a suggestion by my thesis director, Dr. White, and downloaded Summer by Edith Wharton to my Kindle. I had previously relished the delicious words Wharton in a class with dear Dr. McNamara. Age of Innocence served a perfect example of realism and the plot left you both wonderfully frustrated and in awe at Wharton's natural mastery of prose.
After starting Summer, and in a patter of page turns, I was lost in the world Wharton created in a sleepy little town of North Dormer located at the base of a mountain filled with "uncivilized" people cut of from the town. Charity Royall, Wharton's repressed protagonist, is a girl saved from the throes of the uncivilized by the town's local lawyer, Mr. Royall. However, she sees him only as a father-figure, focusing instead all her adoration on Lucius Harney - the "big city man" come to town do to a series of sketches.
I shall speak no more of the plot, other than she is freed and repressed through her relationship (with whom, you'll have to read!). The close of the novel is shocking (especially with its 1917 publication date) and delightful in that Wharton allows her reader to be taken by the plot. I am rarely surprised by the endings of books, but this one different. A true picture of realism and a much needed shot (of fun) in the arm for me as a reader.
Oh, fun reads! How I have dreadfully missed you. :)