Book: My Name is Lucy Barton

“Do I understand that hurt my children feel? I think I do, though they might claim otherwise. But I think I know so well the pain we children clutch to our chests, how it lasts our whole lifetime, with longings so large you can’t even weep. We hold it tight, we do, with each seizure of the beating heart: This is mine, this is mine, this is mine.” —- My Name is Lucy Barton by Elizabeth Strout It’s been a while since I finished a book in less than 48 hours time. I finished this morning. From the time I … Continue reading Book: My Name is Lucy Barton