Love, Loss and Kitchen Object
I really enjoyed this…until I didn’t. Let me explain.
She started off writing about personal things, like her mother and ex-husband and family and all the memories that get left inside of ordinary kitchen objects. It was deep and thoughtful, and almost singing in the way she wrote about things. And some things were imbued with dark or sad energy, and she wrote about having to get over her dislike of them or the way she had to repurpose items left by her husband to prevent them from depressing her every time she saw them.
It's organized with one chapter per item—short enough to read two or three chapters a day and stop/start at any time. And I found it all very pleasant.
About two-thirds through, some of the chapters became very impersonal and seemed to be mostly all research, or stories from the lives of different people she’d met. Still interesting, but it started to get old. And toward the end, with one notable exception (the story of the Heart-Shaped Tin), I started to get bored.
So I apologize for my short attention span. It’s still a very, very good book.
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