Last summer I read a book that I fell in love with. In fact, I loved it deeply enough to blog about Lift here. Lift was the second book that Kelly Corrigan had written, but it was the first one that I read. Funny that it took me a whole year to seek out her first book, but I finally got around to reading it and I have to say, The Middle Place is lovely. Once again, I was totally blown away. I love the way that Kelly can write about herself with such honesty. She doesn’t paint a picture of a perfect person, but you she is real. The love she has for her father is so apparent in this book, as a fellow “Daddy’s girl,” I found it incredibly touching.
One concept that Kelly and I both live our lives by is this, “…don’t attach to marble countertops or the Burberry fall line. But people? I say attach, wrap around, braid yourself into. What’s the point of a life without attachments? We are our attachments.”
This was in response to the Buddhist idea that to eliminate suffering in life, you must break all attachments. I am with Kelly on that one. I choose suffering.
I want to write a book, and Kelly’s writing just makes me want it more.
When I was a child I remember noticing how many authors there were with the name Patricia. It seemed totally disproportionate, the number of authors named anything else, to those named Patricia. I also remember telling my mom to count on at least one more author named Patricia. Here I am, thirty years old, and that is still the only thing that I can think of to “do” with my life that I know that I would enjoy, aside from the obvious wife/mother stuff that gets me though the days I spend feeling out-of-place in my life. Is this what a midlife crisis feels like? if so, it looks like I am going to die young…