As a fairly rookie swimmer, I'm not certain that reading a book about a murky pool is the best idea.
"Do one thing every day that scares you" has become my underlying 2013 mantra, and so I did.
Swimming Home by Deborah Levy is disorienting, disarming. [It was also a Man Booker Shortlist which put it on my list.] With but a few quirky (broken) characters to follow, I was readily taken in seeing the day through the eyes of a lonely child, a seldom present wife, a cranky neighbor.
Love lost. Love never had. Love pined.
Words. Rain. Color.
Poetry.
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