Housekeeping

I shoved aside my own frantic housekeeping for awhile to finish up Marilynne Robinson's Housekeeping. Towards the last few chapters, nothing else mattered except finishing the book. I haven't read something so right in a very long time. It has everything I love and fear, trains, the lake, drowning, transience, bridges, life coming undone, undertows, old houses... I could go on and on. It was like coming home. I will read it, I know, again and again.