Sometimes one’s subconscious does funny things, like:
first, you innocently pick up to read Banana Yoshimoto’s Kitchen, before finding yourself propelled to Anne Tyler’s A Beginner’s Goodbye. By then, you would have decided, what the heck! let’s make it 3 out of 3; and you finish off with Joan Didion’s Year of Magical Thinking.
What’s the common thread that binds all three? you might ask.
Grief, I would reply. Grief and mourning and moving on without really moving out.
That’s the subconscious at work.
A mischievous little fella he can sometimes be.