For as long as I can remember my parents had the Lady Lamp. My dad picked it up somewhere and it always had a place in our living room. By the time I got it the soft metal at the top had gotten broken (in one of its numerous moves I suppose) and the lamp needed to be rewired. In attempting to fix it up Shane realized he didn’t have the right tools and it never got fixed. But that doesn’t stop me from displaying my lady lamp. The lady sits on the shelf above the television and bookcases looking lovely yet shadeless. One day we’ll fix her up with some wiring and buy her a new shade.
…by Marge Piercy. My aunt gave me her copy of this book years and years ago and along the way I’ve collected more copies. It is my all time favorite book. Not necessarily because of the story, although the plot and the characters are wonderful, but because of the time and the place when I first listened to it. When I was 12 or 13 my family was up at my grandparent’s house for a weekend at the lake. It was a little rainy and cool so we ended up staying indoors most of the time. I remember my two aunts in the living room reading this book aloud. I don’t recall much except for u-boats and submarines, and being as young as I was, I didn’t understand much. But it stuck with me and I have read the book several times over since. It is tattered and taped and falling apart but I love that.