my life is an open book
*Yawn* I've been sleeping instead of blogging. Went to bed at 8:30 p.m. last night, slept soundly until 6:15 a.m. this morning when I had no choice but to get up. Got kids and husband off to work/school and passed out for three more hours. Still tired. This is no fun at all. I'd like my life back now, please.
But anyway, just to give you something to read, Swenglishexpat tagged me for the Open Book Meme ages ago.
Here's how it goes:
1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open it at page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence/ phrase.
4. Blog the next four sentences/ phrases together with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig your shelves for that very special or intellectual book.
6. Pass it forward to six friends
All righty. Under the mass of papers and assorted junk at my (or should I say our, nothing seems to be mine is this house) computer desk, I dug out this book that I finished reading last week.
It's Kalt is der Abendhauch, a German novel by Ingrid Noll.
Let's see...on page 123 we have
Alice wußte von Anfang an Bescheid, sie war ja auch die einzige, der ich jemals Regines wahren Vater genannt hatte. Fanni entsetze sich, aber als wahre Christin mußte sie notgedrungen verzeihen, Monika war es egal. Ida hatte bereits von Hugo erfahren, daß ein Mann in meinem Haus wohnte, was sie wohl als Erleichterung empfand. Das Problem war meine Mutter.
Alice knew right from the beginning, she was the only one to whom I had ever revealed the name of Regine's real father. Fannie was appalled, but as a true Christian felt herself forced to forgive; Monika didn't care. Ida had already learned from Hugo that there was a man living in my house, something that probably came as a relief to her. The problem was my mother.
My mother-in-law lent me this book and I enjoyed it so much that I'm eager to read Ingrid Noll's other works. Reading a book in its original German is a completely different experience than reading something translated from English, I find, and the nuances of the language really come through.
Here's a synopsis from the back of the book:
Die dreiundachtzigjährige Charlotte erwartet Besuch: Hugo, ihren Schwager, für den sie zeit ihres Lebens eine Schwäche hatte. Sollten sie doch noch einen romantischen Lebensabend miteinander verbringen können? Wird, was lange währt, endlich gut? Ingrid Nolls Heldin erzählt anrührend und tragikomisch zugleich von einer weitverzweigten Familie, die es in sich hat. Nicht zufällig ist Cora, die ihren Liebhaber einst in der Toskana unter den Terrazzofliesen verschwinden ließ, Charlottes Enkelin...
The eighty-three-year-old Charlotte is expecting a visitor: Hugo, her brother-in-law for whom she has had a lifelong weakness. Will they be able to spend their remaining years together after all? Are good things really worth waiting for? Ingrid Noll's heroine tells a simultaneously touching and tragicomic tale of a wide-reaching family that is a force to be reckoned with. It's no coincidence that Cora (who once let a lover 'disappear' under the terrazzo tiles in the Toscana) is Charlotte's granddaughter.
This isn't a long novel but we've got unrequieted love, jealousy, infidelity, illegitimate children, cross-dressing and maybe even a little murder all in one neat package. Curious? Give it a try.