Getting Closer

When my Mom was moved to Palliative Care (that's never good), I had only a few books with me. One of them was a library copy of Dodie (101 Dalmations) Smith's I Capture the Castle, and it's the one thing I recall reading in her room, during (rare) lulls between other visitors. It was in late May, and the bright sun streamed through the mid-century hospital's wall of windows, and sometimes I was alone, with Mom and the book.

I've since gotten my own copy of the book, but haven't yet been able to read it from start to finish; for a year or two, I keep losing heart about a quarter of the way into the story. I'm getting closer to the end this time.