Oh it was a horrible week. Let’s not sugarcoat this (why should we?). The U.S. election result was a terrible shock and blow. I’m still so ticked off and disillusioned I can’t believe it. What a disaster and heartbreak. The U.S. had a great opportunity in front of it but totally blew it. Completely blew it. As the author George R.R. Martin wrote: “America has spoken. I really thought we were better than this. Guess not.” So glad I’m no longer working in D.C., where I was for 15 years. I even worked on the Hill for awhile. Gawd what clowns this new administration will bring.

Needless to say, the election took the wind out of my sails and I wasn’t able to get much done this week. Of course, my most potent antidotes in times like these are my dog Stella and falling into a good book. So I’m midway into Bruce Springsteen’s autobiography “Born to Run,” which I’m loving. It also helped that my husband, Stella, and I went to a cabin near the mountains last weekend and did some hiking. (See the attached photos.) So far we’ve had a warm November and it’s been nice to have a little Indian summer to our parts. The area of Waterton Lakes National Park is beautiful and we saw a few moose and Rocky Mountain sheep while there, which was really cool.

Meanwhile I did finish the audiobook of Jojo Moyes’s 2012 novel “The Girl You Left Behind.” This is my second novel of Moyes’s — the first being “Me Before You” — and it was light and a story that swept me along, which is what I needed this week. I guess what I enjoy most about Moyes’s works is that she is an excellent storyteller. Even if a few parts of her novels can seem contrived or unlikely, she can spin a good tale.

“The Girl You Left Behind” is no exception. I got sucked into the first part of the story that takes places in 1916 during WWI in a small French town that has fallen to the Germans. Sophie and her sister are caretakers of their family’s hotel, where the German officers are coming for meals. Both sisters’ husbands are gone, fighting at the front, and life is precarious in the town. Especially once the German Kommandant there becomes interested in a portrait of Sophie’s that her artist husband had painted that hangs in the hotel. A gripping scene follows where Sophie’s fate seems to hang in the balance.
But then the story abruptly changes to 2006, and a 32-year-old woman in London named Liv owns Sophie’s portrait. It was a wedding gift from her husband before his sudden death. But when Liv’s new boyfriend, who deals in returning stolen art, sees the painting, troubles begin. He says Liv must turn over the portrait to Sophie’s descendants who’ve been searching for it, but Liv’s determined to keep it. A court case ensues and the reckoning of what happened to Sophie and her painting is unveiled in twisty ways.
I was jarred at first by the change in the novel’s second half but then got into it as well, as the new cast of characters came to life. Though the second half seemed a bit more flawed to me. I wasn’t sure exactly why Liv wanted to hang on to the painting so much in the face of financial ruin and doing what seemed right to those who were looted from during the war. But still I was compelled to find out more in the court case. The ending though seemed a bit too nicely tied up. Ultimately while parts of the novel might have stretched my believability, I still enjoyed being swept away for awhile with these characters and finding out what had happened to the painting and Sophie during the dark days of WWI. It’s quite a tale.

What about you — have you read this book, and if so, what did you think? Or what are your thoughts on the election? This Rocky Mountain sheep might know better than I do where we go from here.


















































