Oh, my this one is as good as the last! I'm so sorry to have reached the end of the series, so far. Apparently Volume 9 is being written right now...Can't wait to read the next develoopments. But it will be good to take a break. This is the first one I've listened to instead of read, and it became an obsession for too long! I'm ready to take a break from being tied to my Airpods.
This volume mostly takes place at Stonecrop, Duke Islington's estate that is idyllic. There is such beauty in the descriptions of both the place and of the friendship of the four main characters that I want to capture somehow. I will wait until my hold on the actual book becomes available and read it. I think I will like that better... I like to pause and read beautiful passages, and that's harder to do on an audio.
The specter of alcoholism is becoming more pronounced as Pierce confronts his stepfather, an alcoholic. I found myself wondering if Emma's attachment to Pierce is going to be problematic...or will she inspire him to change? There was a lot of HARD emotion in this confrontation...still plenty of lightness too, but it was a very hard episode to swallow.
It was a delightful (mostly) vacation to immerse myself in this story, but I am ready to clean house, welcome the Riskedahl's as houseguests, and get back into my world. It's been challenging with Leonard having a very bad cold and cough...I have not been the doting wife! I will do better now that this story is a wrap!
A couple of weeks later...April 11, 2026
This book became available through the library, so I took the opportunity to actually READ it rather than LISTEN to it. And, as good as the narrator is, I MUCH prefer the reading. I can slow down to consider the poetry, and re-savor the biting humor, and easily see where I am. I missed A LOT, I noticed, in the listening. Still, it was good to have the comparison. When Volume 9 arrives, I will purchase it so I can mark the most poetic and beautiful lines. I wanted to capture many in this volume, but couldn't because it's the library's copy. Sigh.
One repetitive couplet in this was: Fount, ree and shed are gone, I know not whither,
But in one quiet room we three are still together. Emma changes this second line to:
But on one quiet hill we four are still together.
Coleridge? Whitman? I'm not sure. Also plenty of Shakespeare. But Brower captures perfectly MY kind of joy in nature as Emma describes being at Stonecrop. She feels utterly like HERSELF. So powerful!
After returning to London, Emma describes her time away this way:
These long days out of doors feel like coming home to a place to which I've always held the key, but was told it should be put away. But, oh! There has been sovereignty of self in this place--of body, of spirit, of the intangible magic which sews the two together. To shout and run. To lie in tall grasses and watch the wind play the sunlight both true and false. To feed the building threat of rain and watch it crash to earth from the tenuous safety beneath a tree rather than from behind a window.
I am, I suppose, satiating a long drought.
My childhood soul has been left too long abandoned.
How do I best find it in London?
At times I feel my body has betrayed the girl I was, growing past the lithe limbs hewn in independence. We are to be fit for the purposes of adulthood, I know this. Childhood anticipations are traded with the shouldering of heavier things. But these days, these stones-tossed-in-tall-grass days, have stretched my muscles, recalled past forms, and I am remembering how it is to feel, to follow the instincts of something young yet ancient. To step outside the province of maturity and marvel.
Wow...this excerpt captures my exuberance during a happy hike, and helps me recall that I was created to find JOY in this life.