Child of My Heart
Two days to go, and then it's back to original-entry blogging. I hope that you've enjoyed spending time at Portico, and that the layout of the site is more familiar. This blog is transient (not its comments, though), but Portico is permanent. Perhaps it would better to say that it's a permanent upgrade. Or so I like to think.
Showcased today is Alice McDermott's Child of My Heart one of the loveliest novels that I've ever read, a delicate but never cloying exploration of the liminal consciousness of a beautiful teenager whose childhood is about to end. There is sadness in the novel's East Hampton sunshine, but it is still radiant sunshine, too beautiful, too evocative of summer's freedom to be at all unpleasant.
