Hello! It has been quite a while since I have contributed to my blog here. I’m rested, refreshed, and ready to dive back in.
Easy peasy! … And in no particular order, here are my top 5:
1.Bridget Jones in “Bridget Jones’ Diary:”
Ok, so I’ve never slept around with a billion men while living in London and cursing myself for eating a block of cheese. Nor have I ineptly worked for a TV news show. But surely I can relate to pining away at a love that is not meant to be, while ignoring the nice, sweet, shy guy right under my nose. And… like Bridget Jones, I DID wind up with the nice guy in the end. 🙂
2. Emma in “The Things We Don’t Say”
“The Things We Don’t Say” was an Amazon first read about six months ago (those of you with a kindle or perhaps a Prime membership will know what I mean.) It wasn’t the kind of book I normally enjoy, but I surprised myself by loving this tale of an artist with a revolutionary bent and her life-long romance with another artist, who happens to be gay. This is not unrequited love. Though many readers thought it was terribly written, I was swept up in the the book’s themes of free thought, free love, progressive socialism, the artistic temperment, and all that good stuff. I could vividly imagine a prior version of myself living Emma’s life.
3. The Mother in “Bee Season”
If you’re familliar with “Bee Season,” either through the excellent novel or its mediocre film adaptation (with Richard Gere (?!?) as the Jewish-mystic-intellectual-father, you will know that the mother is quite the complex character. She seems perfect on the outside, but it turns out she is secretely running an illicit something. And she winds up in a mental facility basically babbling to herself. We never quite find out what causes her downfall, but boy, does it feel true.
4. Gogol in “The Namesake”
Here I am identifying with a male character. Gogol is named after the author Nikolai Gogol, and his life starts before he is born with a fateful train accident that his father is caught up in. In fact, his whole life– from birth til death– is carefully plotted for him by his traditional Indian parents. But Gogol, with his sister, grows up an American kid. We know what that means: he must chart his own course in life. SO relateable!
5. The One in “The History of Love”
Nicole Krauss’ “The History of Love” is one of my favorite all-time books. It’s SO romantic. It’s narrative winds and weaves through time and distance in an utterly surprising way. I felt like I was in a trance while reading this book for the first time, and I have re-read it twice since. I feel like I know all of Krauss’ character’s intimately, and I feel like I am one of them. Do yourself a favor and CHECK THIS BOOK OUT!!!