Lighthousekeeping by Jeanette Winterson. oh crap that reminds me it’s overdue from the library… Anyway, this was the second time I’ve read it. It’s an amazing book and moves something deep in me.
It is about a girl called Silver, and a man called Babel Dark, and how their lives, though hundreds of years apart, are intertwined, and about how stories don’t really have beginnings or middles or ends, but are forever intertwined with all stories.
It is about love, and how what we remember revolves around love, and how those are the moments that burn most brightly in our memories.
It is not exactly a linear story… though she never intended it to be, since she doesn’t believe in beginnings, middles and ends.
As I said, it stirred something and has resonated in me ever since. I think the first time I read this was the first time I’d read anything other than children’s fantasy. It was a good choice.
I wrote an essay about it in my Modern Literature class last year.
And, it is the only book I have ever borrowed from the state library more than once.