After the Fire is a book by Belva Plain that I put to the side of the road along with all my other excess books before I moved almost six years ago. I thought of it today because of the title of this post, which doesn't come from the book at all but from yesterday's 90-degree sun after the smoke finally cleared from the Canadian wildfires. I was excited to put on a sundress (the red one in the first pic) to run errands because it felt like the first day of summer. And also because I've only ever worn that dress layered over, of all things, a sweater.
Some of our neighbors ended up taking those books. I like to think that they read them, but the husband thinks they sold them on eBay. Either way, I'm glad.
Because an abandoned book, unlike a banned or burned one, can always still tell a story.
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