Reading Josephine Tey again
For a week I’ve done right-handed typing only, my left arm being in a sling after a collision with the very hard border of a sand volleyball court. One-handed typing is easier than, say, one-legged walking, so I’m trying not to complain.
One of the blessings of this situation is that it gives me a built-in excuse for abandoning my work when I just can’t handle the hunt-and-peck method anymore. I can’t do much in the realm of housework or cooking, either, so that leaves . . . reading. (Yay!)
I’m revisiting some favorites that I’ve got on hand. Over the weekend, I finished Josephine Tey’s 1949 classic, Brat Farrar. Love, love, love it. The characters are so well drawn that I would hardly care if the plot didn’t work, but it works beautifully: A young man, a stranger, masquerades as a long-lost oldest son who was presumed dead and returns to take the family estate out of the hands of “his” twin brother. Brat’s running a con, but he grows and changes, becoming an unlikely but very likable hero by the end.
I almost want to start it again, right now, to see how Tey did it.
How about you? Have you read or re-read anything especially good lately?
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