Whew!
It’s been a while since I posted. I think the last one was in July, but I did just read the posts for August and September, so I’m caught up, sort of. I’ve had company all summer, it seems like.
I read Gilead by Marilynne Robinson for our Sept. book club, and I really liked it, which is something since I haven’t really enjoyed novels much for some time. The book is written in the form of a letter/memoir from a dying minister in the little town of Giliad, Iowa, to his 7 year old son by his very late in life marriage to a much younger woman. The time is about 1956,
I think part of why I liked it was that I grew up in Ohio, and lived on a farm for a couple of years when I was a child during the depression, so I could picture what he was talking about. Those were very hard times, and the people were poor.
There is a lot of theological musing in the book, which I enjoyed, but it might not be everyone’s cup of tea. In the AOL book club, Gretchen said her husband didn’t like it, but I don’t know just why.
Susan