This is skillfully and poetically written, but then I'm not actually looking for poetry when I read prose. Not too much plot either. I really like more to HAPPEN when I'm reading a book*.
I also re-read The Virgin and the Gypsy by D H Lawrence. There's the usual Lawrentian guff about feelings (for feelings, read sex). There's a Freudian candlestick. There's also an hilariously-agonising description of the tedium of a never-ending evening en famille at the rectory. The book is worth reading for that alone (I don't usually associate Lawrence with hilarity).
Just edited to add: to be fair, the Napoleonic Wars happen, and we march on Moscow ... perhaps I should have said I prefer a book where the plot is more complex.
Day 305; book 295
The shelter points woman toward the lively kittens, but she chooses the
quiet orange one sitting alone in the back; she chose right, since now he's
leash-trained and they adventure outdoors together.
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Some cats choose their person, but some people choose their cats - and it's
a purrfect match.
I didn't choose my own cat, per se. Obviously, I adopted her;...
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