Reading Kate Atkinson

Several years ago, I read and loved her novel  Life After Life. 

Very recently, I finished reading her first book, Behind the Scenes at the Museum.

Now, I am in the early pages of  A God in Ruins.

She's a beautiful writer.  She's also witty and bitingly honest in her portrayal of her characters.

She's very quotable, too.    This, for instance:

 

“Moments left, Teddy thought. A handful of heartbeats. That was what life was. A heartbeat followed by a heartbeat. A breath followed by a breath. One moment followed by another moment and then there was a last moment. Life was as fragile as a bird’s heartbeat, fleeting as the bluebells in the wood. It didn’t matter, he realized, he didn’t mind, he was going where millions had gone before and where millions would follow after. He shared his fate with the many. And now. This moment. This moment was infinite. He was part of the infinite. The tree and the rock and the water. The rising of the sun and the running of the deer. Now. ”
― Kate Atkinson, A God in Ruins

I hope to have more to say about her work.