It's a long book, 581 pages of relatively small print, in my version. That's one reason it took me a long time to read it. But there are, at least, two other reasons for the expanse of time. With my subscription to the WNBA League Pass, I watch a lot of basketball when I could be reading. Case in point; yesterday "my" team, the Minnesota Lynx, were playing as I drove to S.D. Les kept me informed of the games progress via text. Then, after the fact, I watched the replay. Parenthetically, the team is 9 and 0 this year. Watching them is time I could be reading.
But another reason it took awhile to read was the book itself. It was so enjoyable that I simply wanted to savor and live with it. It was almost disappointing to finish it. Oh, you want to know the book? Of course, why didn't I think of that? Willa Cather's Song Of The Lark was published in 1915. It's a masterpiece. A wonderful story it's full of insight about the struggles of truly gifted artists. It makes plain the costs they pay on the way to great accomplishment. The book perhaps even more enjoyable in my elderhood.
Takk for alt,
Al
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