First, let me apologize for my lack of posting since the $170M coronation inauguration of Barack Obama. I’ve been especially busy at work and the long hours have left me neither time nor energy for blogging. Besides, I’m still a little numb from the whole Obama thing.
But that’s not really the subject of this post. What I want to share with you today, even before I’ve read it, is a memoir by Kelly Corrigan titled The Middle Place. I already have several books in various stages of being read, so it’s not as though I need another. But this one sounds like one for the reading list.
I often choose books based on the writing style of the author. I enjoy the artful twist of a phrase, the perfectly connected words that so vividly paint a picture, as much — and sometimes more — than the story they weave. When I begin such a work, it’s hard for me to put it down, yet it may take me longer to finish simply because I pause often to digest, reread and sometimes marvel at the way something or someone is described. For me, what makes a story is how it’s told.
So as Dawn and I leafed through The Middle Place, we were at once taken by Corrigan’s writing style. We know little, if anything, about the story, yet we’re fairly certain we’ll enjoy the read. If you’re like us and appreciate the writing as much as the story it tells, read this excerpt and see what you think. We want to read more; you may as well.