In my twenties I loved Evan Hunter's Mothers and Daughters. It's not surprising . . . as a daughter who lost her mother early, even just the title called to me. Later I read most of the 87th Precinct series he wrote as Ed McBain. But Mothers and Daughters remains special. Although I've forgotten the plot and most of the characters, I'll never forget one of them: Gillian, the name I later gave to one of my own daughters.
Isn't it amazing how we can love a book so much that even decades later we remember how it spoke to us, without being able to remember much of the plot? I've found the same. Anyway - here is another one for my ever-growing list.
ReplyDeleteYes, I remember feelings so much more than plot points.
ReplyDeleteAnd sometimes rereading the book decades later is almost jarring to your heart. That was my reaction to rereading A Wrinkle in Time last year.
ReplyDeleteI tried to reread it -- I'd read it many times in my youth and young adulthood, but it didn't feel the same when I tried last year.
DeleteThis happened to me with to Kill a Mockingbird. I read as a high schooler and then an adult and I was so shocked at the difference--in me
DeleteI'll have to look this author up.
ReplyDeleteI want to read this book if only because of the Gillian connection.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. And what Helen said.
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