Don't some days feel longer than others? I don't mean individual days but a Tuesday is always less substantial for me than a Thursday. I am sure this is some leftover remnant of my schedule in middle school when a Thursday was a heftier day than a lightweight Tuesday or a half day Wednesday.
Whatever the case I tend to start new things on Thursdays: chapters, characters, new books, pilates classes, haircuts, new shoes--all work better on a spacious, endless Thursday. Today the new stuff includes writing a new thread in The Second Book, walking in the outdoors after being sick in bed all week, trying a new fruit combination for my smoothie (strawberry, pineapple, lemonade), and starting a new novel, well an old novel that I loved but have been wanting to reread and can now that I have forgotten it all--Jude Morgan's Passion.
Don't you love when you forget a book just enough to discover it all over again? It is like rediscovering the perfect pair of jeans in the back of your closet. I also recycleTwilight and old episodes of The West Wing just like this.
Passion is a lush imagining of the women behind the Romantic poets. Beginning in the turbulent Europe of 1789 it unfolds in rich, unbridled prose. I love books that weave around existing facts and paint a story that might have happened. Coleridge, Keats, Byron, and Shelley appear and disappear but the story is for the women. In terms of character, it is woven on a huge frame. I love that it is an expansive novel. I can move in and make camp. Love that.