Six Degrees of Separation: From Three Women to The Braid

It’s time for another Six Degrees of Separation post. This is a fun monthly meme hosted by Kate, who picks a starting book from which we can each plot our own unique paths using six more books.

October’s starting place is Three Women by Lisa Taddeo…..

 

Once upon a time, there were Three Women.  But which three could they be?  Were they the aristocratic yet tragic Three Sisters suffering a decline in circumstances in pre-revolutionary Russia, trapped in an endless longing for Moscow?

Perhaps there was some confusion about which high-born women were related – it was certainly the case that Three Sisters, Three Queens were often spoken of as a group, though only two (Margaret and Mary) were kinswomen, albeit kindred spirits with Katharine of Aaragon in their mutual quest for power.

Enmity can forge curiously close relationships, just as friendship can bind through thick and thin, as the Three Daughters of Eve found out when one of them took desperate action to save herself.  And yet a story of betrayal and survival such as this is sadly one for the ages, as the Wild Swans: Three Daughters of China found to their cost across the generations.

Those beautiful swans each lived in different times yet their stories were profoundly linked.  The same can be said of the three women who passed The Hours in their respectively varying ways, each possessing an unknown affinity for the other through their laments for lost beauty in all its forms.

Suffering loss with dignity and hope requires great courage, as the three women linked by The Braid were destined to discover.  They join all the heroines of this tale in deserving our attention across the pages.  Though we cannot necessarily say that they all lived happily ever after, I nevertheless commend them to you. 💜

 

Tune in next month, when we forge our six degrees chains with Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland as our starting point. 🙂

 

 

Reading Refresh: starting over with the TBR pile (sort of….)

It’s no secret that I love reading. I also love to read and chat with others about reading.  So it comes to pass on occasion that my enthusiasm and passion for reading (coupled with all the great recommendations from all the lovely book bloggers I follow) outstrips the rate at which I can actually finish a book. The frequency with which books get added to the To be Read pile gets faster and faster.  Library deadlines approach with seemingly ever quicker velocity.  It’s all a bit like a bookish version of The Sorcerer’s Apprentice. I get in my own way and end up reading nothing because it all seems too much.

That is when I know I need to take a breath, step back, and start again. After all, the brilliant thing about library books (or one of many brilliant things) is that they can be re-ordered at some point.

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