"Back in the bedroom, I stand by the window, arms crossed, looking out. No one is on the street. No one is ever on the street. Everyone stays inside. I wonder what they're all doing, if anyone is acting as lost as I am. What would happen if you could lift the roof -- make for a real open house -- and look inside? What would you see? Surely some of the behavior would be no odder than mine" (pp. 195-196).Can't you see it? No people are in the photo I found to illustrate this idea, but it gives me ideas about the people who live there. I do like the way Berg writes, like this, for example:
"I save his confidence in me as though his words were silver dollars, knotted in a silk scarf and kept hidden in a dresser drawer" (p. 99).And I learn things from this author. This one also makes me laugh.
"Stress hormones get released when you cry, that's why it works. It's amazing how smart the body is. Though maybe we could do without loving. I think it's overrated, and I think it's too hard. You should only love your children; that is necessary, because otherwise you might kill them. But to love a man? It's overrated, and it's too hard and I will never, ever do it again" (p. 14).It does make you want to keep reading, doesn't it? Open House ~ by Elizabeth Berg, 2000, fiction, 7/10 (a good book).