Olive Kitteridge

For my first book of the summer, I was not especially thrilled. I enjoyed it but I didn't love it. I felt like the language was trying so hard to sound insightful but ended up feeling trite. And while I thought I enjoyed vignettes, it turns I feel unsettled not knowing the end from the beginning. One line did stick with me though. I feel asleep last night thinking about the image of a "heart unfolding". I feel like that sometimes. Lucy smiles - unfolds. I feel embarrassed - folds up. Mike touches my hair - unfolds. Read the news - folds.