Day Two Hundred and Seventy Six
I’m still working my way through The House of Spirits and find the book to be quite enjoyable. The narrative voice keeps playing games with me and I’m pretty easy to play games on. I tend to trust my narrator implicitly and when I was in early lit classes I found the concept of the “unreliable narrator” hard to handle. I’m not naturally skeptical of books. I’m not entirely credulous but I generally assume the narrator must know what their talking about…after all they wrote the book right? Anyway Isabel Allende switches up the voice in Spirits from a third person to first person and it’s kind of hard to tell if the third person is the same as the first person…It seems like the third person is omniscient but there is an element in the book that would make it conceivable that the first person narrator could know things that they wouldn’t naturally know. Anyway it’s been great whether I’m picking up on all the subtleties or not.
I went and played volleyball last night at some old friends house. I really enjoyed getting out of the house but revisiting one of my old “when I was single” activities was a great reminder of how much I love being married. It never matters how much I enjoyed an activity the whole experience is colored by much I enjoy being around the people I’m doing it with. And it doesn’t seem to matter who I’m hanging out with or how much fun the thing I’m doing is, I’d really rather be with Jared. Even just sitting on the couch with him is more enjoyable to me than just about anything else with anyone else. I really like that.