“Oh, to be able to give shape to such experiences, to make them live after their death . . . I get all excited when I hear people talk about their lives, about things that have happened to them, even the simplest events. I feel that in the telling they have greater significance than they had in real life.”
Reading, too, can make real life seem a lot more absorbing, can’t it?! We have all read those books that surprise us by capturing the most insignificant little events and injecting them with such meaning and expansiveness. This novel by Margarita Liberaki features a main character, Katarina, who learns something about the significance of those things we don’t quite understand as children. The setting is mid to late 1940s Greece. As the title suggests, it takes place across three summers in the lives of three sisters: Maria, Katarina and Infanta. Yes, I’ve read another coming-of-age novel. There’s something about summertime and the rush of vacations and hectic life events that makes coming-of-age books very comforting to me. The sisters couldn’t be more different from one another, as is common with siblings, and I delighted in learning a bit about each of them. From the start, Liberaki hints at those differences.
“That summer we bought big straw hats. Maria’s had cherries around the rim, Infanta’s had forget-me-nots, and mine had poppies as red as fire. When we lay in the hayfield wearing them, the sky, the wildflowers, and the three of us all melted into one.”
As the one summer progresses into the next, the sisters fall in love with different young men and each reacts to these new experiences in their individual ways. Profound ways really, if you think about how love might shape a young woman’s life choices in the mid-twentieth century.
“I’m not like Maria. I wouldn’t let a boy touch me just to pass the time. Maybe I’ll find someone who will watch the daisies blooming in the field with me, who will cut me a branch of the first autumn berries and bring it to me with the leaves still damp. Or maybe I’ll set out to see the world alone.”
Liberaki handles it all with a light touch and this is exactly what I needed. The point of view is primarily Katarina’s, and she imagine the lives of those others around her as well: her divorced parents, her neighbors, her sisters, the men in their lives, and the absent maternal Grandmother who left her own children at an early age to pursue love and adventure. When we don’t really know something about another, we come up with our own versions of what goes on inside their heads, don’t we? Katarina, as a young woman, naturally does the same. She figures some things out along the way and others remain a mystery, only to be understood later in life.
“Only years later would I realize how much my love for my mother was like a lover’s: the stubbornness, the moments of hatred, and the limitless tenderness afterwards. And how my love for my father was the love of mankind.”
I read this while on my own little idyllic adventure and it fit just right. There’s not as much depth as I typically demand from my reading experiences, but that’s not always needed, is it? It was perfect for me and my relaxed spirit. I’m quite certain that I could identify with Katarina, and wished for a time I could return to. I’d not only look at things differently, but act on them differently as well. Ah, sweet nostalgia- you’re a blessing and a curse!
3.5 stars rounded up to 4 because it was the perfect book at the perfect time!
“Summer is almost over. Like a day when it’s almost over, the late afternoon just before dusk. The shadows in the garden have changed, even the shadow of the house is different, more beautiful this season, longer and thinner.”