Where would my mind wander if I wasn't immersed in the safe world of others' drama (without the messy drawback of being emotionally tied to them in real life)? When the game is on TV or conversation lags, my brain flits back to the unfinished story in my car or by my bed, working the plot pieces like a puzzle, happy both when I figure out that I was indeed right about what happens next or if it turns out I was clueless.
Right now I am fully involved in two plot lines. (Three, if you count Discordia, which I am reading with my son.) As usual these days, when reading something really good, I think, "I should blog about this book." Problem is, I am often on to another book right away and my interest in sharing with you what I just experienced fades into memory. So why wait until the stories are over before telling you about them? I am excited about the plots right now. Maybe I'll write more to you when I've finished the books, but probably not. Maybe they will seem even more enticing to you with little clue as to the finale.
The plot zig-zags back and forth in time, filling in the blanks of the Goldie's life. Other chapters are from the point of view of 11-year-old Rusty, one of Goldie's son's, who is so desperate for attention and physical contact that he acts out in a myriad of ways. Goldie's fourth wife, Trish, also has a voice in the story. Lonely and feeling like she has not done her wifely duty, Trish is aching from 3 miscarriages and resentful of the amount of time she has to sacrifice her "Goldie" time with the other wives and their children.
Goldie is awkward, sincere, and a bit socially inept, despite, his huge family. His attraction for the wife of his boss seems to stem from his need for a calmer and simpler life. Alternately amusing and heart-wrenching, The Lonely Polygamist is making my commute a pleasure.
I like TV and movies, don't get me wrong. I get all caught up in plot lines and impatient when I have to wait a week to see the next episode of something that has caught my eye and attention for a time. But what I think books have done for me and my personality is open my mind the infinite and varied personalities and circumstances that exist. I know that things are seldom as they seem. The students in my school who are "acting out" are dealing with so many factors, they themselves are probably not aware of them all, from family dynamics and friendships, to hormones and unexpressed emotions. Not just the kids, mind you, everyone is so very, very complex, and being a reader has helped me to appreciate it all.
Thanks for listening.