Back to bliss

Sleeping in one's own bed, and real spring weather, warm enough to go running in shorts; lovely. While en route here from South Carolina, I got started on a strange novel: The Well of Loneliness, by Radcliffe Hall, a female British writer. This novel was published in 1920, and banned in the UK due to its subject matter; its main female character is lesbian. Well, actually she's described as an "invert," an outsider who is attracted to women but full of masculine strengths and qualities. It's quite demure, no pornography or obscenity at all in its pages. Maybe a tad melodramatic, but well-written. It's very sad, too, and could be about anyone who's ever felt out of the mainstream. Lovely set pieces in the English countryside, London and Paris,
and a slower pace in revealing the characters. A book club buddy had mentioned it, I saw it at a used bookstore, gave it a test read, and though I'd thought I'd read it ages ago, discovered that I hadn't, or at least didn't remember it. I may have picked it up and put it aside. It's worth the time thus far.