My humble thoughts of this book.
I began reading a few books, but none captured my interest. All the stories gave me a sense of déjà vu, and at least for the moment, I didn’t feel keen to read another one akin to the others.
Then I picked up the beautifully written book:
“The Book of Eve” by Meg Clothier.
Books can be beautiful,
Books can evoke tears and laughter,
Books can be magical.
Books can also be dangerous. That is what the librarian Beatrice will soon discover as two women, too wounded to survive, arrive at her convent. They leave a book in her care that will alter her life forever.
However, as the voice of the book grows stronger, so do the enemies outside the gate who wish to see it obliterated.
There are instances in the book when the story slows down, but it didn’t bother me. Since it’s exquisitely written, Meg Clothier must genuinely adore reading books because how she describes the beautiful library where her character Beatrice works makes me want to visit the place.
This book is not a tale of love nor one of action. It’s a narrative of acceptance, growth, forgiveness, and understanding.