Sunday’s on the Phone to Monday by Christine Reilly
Touchstone ~ April 5, 2016 ~ 336 pages
I purchased this book from B&N because I coveted the cover
I first discovered this book via Litsy. The cover and the title made me happy. I knew that this book was about family, but I had no idea what I was getting myself into. The use of italics for all forms of dialog at first kept me unnecessarily alert – or so I thought. What seemed like an distraction began to make sense to me. My unease carried over into the story and it felt like a premonition. Before I knew it, my heart was breaking and I lost track of who and where I was. I’m glad I picked this up while my daughters are away at camp because it gave me the luxury of uninterupted reading. Before I knew it, I was up past 1am reading Monday night/Tuesday morning. Had I not happened to look at my clock, I might have read even longer. I wanted to, but I knew that I needed to act like an adult even if my kids aren’t home. I turned out the light.
Later that morning I took this picture of myself at work:
I dragged ass for sure Tuesday, pushing through my day job because I knew that the Simone family was waiting for me. I may have been tired, but there was no way I was putting the book back down again until it was finished. When I read the last page and closed the book, I had to switch pillows before going to sleep. My tears left a cold, wet spot on the pillow. It was fantastic. The author’s note mentioned that Sunday’s on the Phone to Monday began life as poetry. I believe it. This is a book I will treasure.