"When it comes to life, we spin our own yarn, and where we end up is really, in fact, where we always intended to be."

been reading: Three Junes by Julia Glass

Three Junes is told by three narrators, each with a section of his/her own, uninterrupting the others. The narrators are connected to one another in both obvious and inexplicable ways; they have nothing and everything in common. The first and second sections are told by a retired newspaper editor and his eldest son, respectively, and the final section is told by a mother-to-be who is quite possibly the most solid, and unknown, connection between the two men.

This is a novel that examines love in its many shapes - dutiful, lustful, casual, and familial. Caregiving is a theme that ribbons throughout, although often in nontraditional and subtle ways. For me, though, the essence of this novel is the threads of misunderstanding, struggling to understand, and profound understanding that create the fabric of the characters' relationships, and our own.

The ending of this novel, two final paragraphs which describe one's approach into New York City through the Midtown Tunnel as an extended metaphor for life, is pure genius.