“So, yeah…” I finish saying to Alex. He keeps reminding me to call him by his first name. I suppose he helps to make me perceive this as being more of a casual setting.
“I see,” he replies. Then pauses. Oh boy, here it comes. “I think we should see each other more frequently. Perhaps twice a week instead of once a week. How would you feel about that?”
“Sure, that sounds ok to me,” I answer. Do I really have another choice? Patient confidentiality aside, I know he will tell my parents that he thinks I need more sessions.
I didn’t think it was her at first.
The bar was busy, but it was at that time when people started to leave to either head home or find some late night food.
She was standing with two other female friends, finishing off their mixed drinks.
My buddy elbowed me asking me if I was ok. Apparently I had been looking off into the distance for some time. I was, in a way. It felt like I was looking at my distant past. It had been three years since I had last seen this girl, now a woman.
This week’s Book Review takes a look at Life After Life, by Kate Atkinson
Life After Life, by Kate Atkinson, won the 2013 Costa Book Awards (Novel) and was shortlisted for the 2013 Orange Prize for Fiction and It was also selected as one of the 10 Best Books of 2013 by the editors of the New York Times Book Review