Part of our relaxing vacation was to spend lots of time reading (and lots of time on planes), so I was able to finish another hefty novel, Freedom. It ended up being a great book that I couldn’t put down and a reminder why I should read more fiction.
The story revolves around a husband and wife, with sections of the book telling the tale of their respective childhoods, how they met in college, raising their children, and then downward spiral of their marriage. Although it came highly recommended and reviewed, many of the criticisms missed the main reason I enjoyed the saga. I thought it was an excellent study of how people’s personalities and decisions (actions) in life are shaped and molded as children, as young adults, as parents, and finally as parents to adult children. Watching the dynamics and patterns, often of ill-advised choices or irrational behavior, play out and repeat from generation to generation was fascination to me. The good guys were bad and the bad guys were sometimes good, and I swung between being highly annoyed with the characters to feeling sympathetic to their struggles as most of their angst was self-induced.
GOOD NEWS OF THE DAY: It’s a friends dinner night, with special out of town friends.