It's called Still Life with Bread Crumbs and I love it. I love the sheer act of reading it. It delights me so.
I haven't gotten very far into it. Only about twenty percent according to my Kindle. My Kindle was a present from the love of my life who died recently and it was just about the best present I ever received.
This book was written by Anna Quinlan. Do you know that years ago, while reading another book by Anna, I became convinced she was a childhood friend of mine? Mostly, I suppose, because she was writing about a situation I knew my friend would have had to endure, even though I hadn't even seen my friend in years. In my memoir, Rude Awakening, I call her Jane but in real life her name was similar to Anna's. It wasn't until I found a picture of Anna on the internet that I realized she wasn't my friend, although psychically they could have been twins.
This book, Still Life with Bread Crumbs, is about a woman (I love books by women about women), who is lonely, I think. She's famous, or at least she was once, but now she's strapped for cash. (Now she's sounding more like me.) Anyway, she rents a cottage - well, it was more like a cabin - a run down cabin in the woods somewhere and meets a man and falls in love. I think she falls in love. I'm not far enough into the book yet to know - but I love it.
In one scene she sees him with a gun, getting ready to shoot a bald eagle and she makes a lot of noise to scare the eagle away. Only it 's not a gun and he's not a hunter. He explains that it's a tracking device and that he works on weekends keeping track of the eagle's habits for the scientists he works for. She gets embarrassed and he tells her not to worry. The eagle, he says, will come back soon because it has a mate in a nest nearby. "He'll be back. He always is," he says. "The same bird in the same location?" she asks.
And then he answers with a line I love, "They mate for life... Unlike people."
All right now. What was it you wanted? Oh, right. Now it's my turn to be embarrassed, I think as I glance at the clock on my dashboard. It's time for me to put this school bus into gear and start my morning run. All right. Thanks, Nick. I'm off.