(Book #37) For starters, what a great title. Some day I have to make a list of my favorite titles, even if I wasn’t so crazy about the book.
Mary hosted this gathering and we started with snacks and drinking wine at the island in her kitchen. Once we were all assembled we sat down to a lovely dinner of chicken and noodles with a green salad on the side.
We talked about the isolation of the book’s setting, and how we would now be able to wow friends and family with our knowledge of Janus Rock. We talked about the choice the couple made and whether or not any of us would be capable of making that choice, but we thought perhaps we should have two or three miscarriages before testing our morality. We talked about the parts of the book that made us cry or sob outright, and the frustration that we felt for the husband who just could not get a break.
You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day. You have to keep remembering all the bad things.
The oceans never stop … the wind never finishes. Sometimes it disappears, but only to gather momentum from somewhere else, returning to fling itself at the island … Existence here is on the scale of giants. Time is in the millions of years; rocks which from a distance look like dice cast against the shore are boulders hundreds of feet wide, kicked round by millennia.