To my further surprise...I actually owned Baker Towers! I rarely buy or keep books. Well, that's not totally true...I buy them but only keep the ones I really like. But what I remembered of Baker Towers was that it was a story that didn't go anywhere exciting. It followed the lives of one family in a mining town in central Pennsylvania. Could I have been shallow enough to have kept it because I love the cover? I suspect that I really kept it because I loaned it to two different people so it was off my shelves for some time.
Anyway, knowing now that I loved Haigh's writing (I have since read The Condition) I thought maybe I'd re-read Baker Towers. Apparently this is the year of re-reading books because I've re-read 5 so far this year.
On my second reading I discovered an entirely different story. Yes, the family saga was interesting enough but a little dull all on its own. What I found this time was the story of the boom and bust of the town of Bakerton. These few sentences made me stop dead in my tracks:
The town wore away like a bar of soap. Each year, smaller and less distinct, the letters of its name fading. The thing it had been became harder to discern.
Whole neighborhoods went up for sale.
I am not recommending Baker Towers because it is sad because I really did not find the story sad. I am recommending, if you haven't already read Jennifer Haigh, that you seek out a book or two and settle in for a wonderfully written story.
And, honestly, I HAVE FINISHES. I just have to run an errand before the furnace repair man arrives. And then I will photograph several little stitching projects.
Happy rainy day reading.