I love Alice Munro.
That said, I have been slogging through her latest book, The View From Castle Rock, for weeks. It is very unusual for me to take more than a week to read something. Usually I am sneaking off to read anytime I think I can get away with it. But this book has NOT been calling my name throughout the day.
And then, last night I was putting in my obligatory two pages before falling asleep, when a single sentence made me aware of something about myself that had never occurred to me. It resonated with such truth, that (much to my sleeping husband’s dismay) I actually slapped the book closed and said, “THAT’S why I love Alice Munro.”
“…..I am not sure now whether I love any place, and that it seems to me it was myself that I loved here….”