Lynn Darling lost her husband years ago. Since then she has focused on raising their daughter, Zoe, by herself. Zoe is now 18 and ready to start her adult life at college.
Darling has been anticipating this moment. In fact, she's purchased a home in Vermont and has been spending the summers there while Zoe went to camp. Now it's time to make the move there more permanent. However, the solitude she seeks turns out to be less creative inspiration for her writing and more reflective of choices made.
I enjoyed the book for the most part. First of all, she moves to just outside of Woodstock, VT, a town I have visited and loved. Second of all, I love the idea of buying a house in the woods, out of the way.
But more than that, I felt a kinship with Darling. Because of the difference in age between my husband and me, I know that I will be a younger widow as well. I have never been the saver of money for future things - I see what I want now and I buy it. I was much more comfortable taking responsibility for others than for myself.
Some favorite moments:
•One life was over and another was beginning and I was no longer any of the things I had been, no longer young and not yet old, and because I had to figure out everything all over again, everything - from where to live, to how to dress, and who (or even whether) to love, because I had no idea of what to do next, and the middle of the woods seemed the best place to get one.
•We name things so we can know them, and knowing them, won't be afraid of them. Maybe we should be afraid.
•Middle age resonates with so much loss, profound and superficial: expectations die, friendships fade, hairlines recede, looks change, and health and hope are no longer givens. It becomes easy to forget the fullness that has come before...I might have no idea of what would happen next, but it seemed ungrateful to complain when there had been so much that was good in the past, whether or not I had the wit to recognize it.
•I had never been the sort of person who made five-year-plans, or saved for a mortgage, or even kept a date book. I admired people like that, I envied them, but I had never wanted to be like them. I had led a life in which I had made few thoughtful decisions, and yes, it had cost me dearly in many ways, but it had also brought me great happiness, and in the end it was simply who I was.
•...I wondered if it was possible to truly forgive yourself for your sins, real or imagined, whether I would ever escape the regret in which I steeped my version of the past.
•I could take responsibility for others - my daughter, my husband, my friends. But to take responsibility for myself was alarming, in a way I hadn't understood until cancer forced a reckoning.
I think that this book will appeal to you if you're in a certain place in your life. For me, this was the right book at the right time.
Highly recommend.