it reminded me of my book, well my half book (we've all written half a book, right?). . .
the way the chapters were introduced, with a theme that develops alongside that of the book - something apart but included; the way the chapters go forward and back, to and fro in time, so the reader pieces together sections of the whole picture, part by part, as if you're putting together a jig-saw; the way each chapter is one character's part of the story but is interwoven with what has already been and what is to come; and, elements of the story: family life and its secrets; art in Cornwall, the Newlyn School even - I'd actually purchased a book to research that subject more (crikey, how unoriginal was I?). . .
sometimes I wonder what happened to my book (working title: full circle); is it languishing on a recycled hard-drive somewhere in China; is there a copy of it on one of the piles of discs lying about the place; would I ever be able to finish it, if I found it again
oh well, things could be worse! (they could, couldn't they? things could always be worse)