This book is all about the art of making a place a home. Purifoy writes of her life experience as a married woman following her husband from town to town for his work. There is deep internal conflict as she struggles to have children and must sacrifice her own career for her husband's career. Much description is paid to trees and wildlife in the various places Purifoy visits. She talks about the need to make each of her individual homes welcoming and hospitable--even if she knew she was only going to be there temporarily. There are many existential paragraphs in this book when the author meditates on the cycle of death and rebirth in nature. A tree may fall, but it gives new life the next season. Are not people the same way? There are some sad parts of the book when the author is vulnerable with her emotions, as well as when a death in the family is mentioned. I wouldn't say this book is extraordinary in terms of telling a story, but there was some way in which Purifoy wrote that made me feel relaxed as if I was talking with a dear friend. Read this book if you want to slow down and make your house a home, no matter how long you plan to stay there.
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