If the house is a safe and happy home, Noelani would first have to overcome the tug to turn around and return to that embryonic environment. That's what most people do when they set out on a morning run. One only takes flight at full speed when a house is not a home. And that's what Noelani does, runs fast straight out the door as if being pursued, running seven miles at breakneck speed, a slow returning walk only at the last block, before putting her hand on the knob of the front door.
I'm posting from Minneapolis for the first time in weeks. I'm happy to be home awhile before hitting the road again at the end of the month. Unfortunately, it snowed here yesterday. I still struggle with the fact that this place gets snow in October. I've lived through five winters here, but it still shocks me. Even by Minnesota standards, it's been undeniably cold this week (and I don't completely love that I'm wearing mittens before Halloween).
I was in New York for a few days last week and, predictably, visited the Strand. They have relatively cheap used book options, so it's enormously difficult for me to resist buying a few. Over the past few months, several people have recommended Cherise Wolas' books (she has written two: The Resurrection of Joan Ashby--haven't read it yet-- and The Family Tabor). I generally gravitate towards books like these: intricate family dramas with strong female characters. Tbh though, this did not work for me. Wolas chronicles a wealthy family whose esteemed patriarch, Harry Tabor, was involved in all sorts of sneaky schemes throughout his banking career. I don't really understand what he did -- something along the lines of insider trading / illegal money moves/ I don't really care about the specifics but it's definitely dirty. **Somehow** Harry completely represses the memories of all this illegal activity and believes himself to be an honorable human. When he starts having flashbacks to all these illegal activities, Harry runs away from his family. His wife and daughters are shattered: "Where is our lovely perfect rich kind father who has never done anything bad in his life we love him so much ohmygod where is he." Then, they all go looking for Harry.
I'm making this sound worse than it is. But really, it's not very good. I'm now debating whether or not I should read The Resurrection of Joan Ashby, which I have on hold at the library. I wish I had read that one first, because the reviews are stronger. I might need a break from family drama for a minute.