Silvercat -
My mother died almost exactly thirty-one years ago, and in a small red leather notebook she left behind that my sister gave to me last year was a note: "Dubliners - James Joyce."
A few months ago I was able to secure a copy of the book and began to read. It was a rough go, wading through dated phrasing and Irish expressions I didn't understand. I struggled.
The book, having lain on my bedside table for a few weeks, beckoned me to continue. Little by little I began to get into the flow of Joyce's writing and descriptions of Dublin life. I became fascinated with the characters he wrote of and worried and rejoiced right along with them.
A wonderful book for sure! And I say a silent thank you to my mother for introducing me to the writings of an amazing author.
A few months ago I was able to secure a copy of the book and began to read. It was a rough go, wading through dated phrasing and Irish expressions I didn't understand. I struggled.
The book, having lain on my bedside table for a few weeks, beckoned me to continue. Little by little I began to get into the flow of Joyce's writing and descriptions of Dublin life. I became fascinated with the characters he wrote of and worried and rejoiced right along with them.
A wonderful book for sure! And I say a silent thank you to my mother for introducing me to the writings of an amazing author.
