I will be posting my review of Adrift in the Sound in November.
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Adrift in the Sound
by Kate Campbell
In 1973, frazzled Seattle street artist Lizette Karlson tries to pull herself together and turns to the Franklin Street Dogs for help. This low-life tavern softball team is a horrifying choice for a fractured spirit like Lizette, who’s only trying to stay warm and make it through another rainy night. The Dogs think she’s a head case and don’t realize that while Lizette’s beautiful, talented, and a bit off kilter—she’s also cunning and dangerous. Lizette wants to make it with top-Dog, Rocket. He’s fixed on next door neighbor Sandy Shore, the little snake dancer who strips for soldiers coming home…
This week I re-read most of Chuck Palahniuk’s novels, so I just couldn’t pass on the opportunity to recommend you what I believe to be Chuck’s finest work to date. Or, well, my favorite of his novels.
Diary is the story of Misty Wilmot, a waitress. Yeah, she was once a promising painter, but now she’s just there, not dead yet, but not quite alive either. But when her husband tries to kill himself (and fails), she finds out that she hasn’t yet lost her talent. That’s basically the premise of this story. More or less. Yeah, there’s a plot twist towards the end, ’cause that’s Chuck’s specialty. And yeah, we’ve got strange characters doing strange things in a strange world.
There is this question I formulated during a pivotal point in my life — a question that determines whether or not if a person would be a close part of my life. It came to be once I understood who I was mentally and spiritually on a respectful level.
I’ll share it now.
“Do you learn anything from me?”
Body language and response determines how I proceed.
I am around all levels of intellect and place myself no lower or higher. The unwavering respect and deep compassion I have for people keeps me in check, and I also know that a doormat is an object that no one is ever meant to be. I have always been somewhat of a loner; not because I believe I’m better, but because I cannot tolerate anyone telling me how I should live, or exploiting my mistakes.
I will be a work in progress until the day I die and that, to me, is quite the blessing.