Borrowed Finery: A Memoir, by Paula Fox.
I liked this book.
I love reading about this time period, 20s to 50s. A lot of the book was set in parts of California where I grew up, when it was still sparsely populated and part of the development of the area between Las Vegas and Los Angeles. I'm also fascinated by how easily people seemed to travel to other countries. It seems even people without much money went to Europe at the drop of a hat.
The first 3/4 of the book covered the first third or so of her life. And then. Then. She is 21. She gives a baby girl up for adoption. The book fast forwards decades. Her daughter finds her. Linda. They meet in San Francisco, where she gave the daughter up for adoption. They go the the apartment building where Paula had lived.
"We sat on the curb and looked up at two dark windows. I told Linda how a black friend had carried me to the bathroom the first day I had come home from the hospital, after she had been born.
I'll leave us there, sitting close together on the curb. Now and then someone passed by but paid no attention to us as we told each other stories from our lives, falling silent every so often."
How could I not be moved by a book that ended like that?Posted by Aimee at December 15, 2002 05:36 PM