It was near zero, the wind was howling,
Hair damp from the pool no one was
Rushing to go out in the cold,
We lingered discussing those books that
You long remember, that keep
You from falling asleep, doing the dishes.
That's where I heard about
Shelly Noble's The Colony Club,
Where in 1906, real and fictional characters
Mingle as they create a first club for women in NYC.
I fell in love with the movers and shakers, an aspiring
Architect who stretched, challenged norms and status.
The wind was still howling,
When I reached the last page
Exhausted from swiping pages,
I looked up to find dirty dishes,
Waiting laundry, unopened mail,
Grateful to find one of those books.
1 comment:
The world disappears around us when we step through the pages like a portal to Narnia and enter the world of a great book. Time stands still. You take us there, right there to the complete and total engagement in a book that holds tight.....and then we step out with you, back to the dishes in the sink. I will be checking this one out. Theo of Golden did that for me, and I'm floundering through a Colleen Hoover for book club and it's........just okay.
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