Still stuck on my usual, and in the mood for an old favorite, I picked up The Morning Gift. I really am so boring, when did I last read this? Last year? But you know, it's just so so good. In previous readings, I have noted that Ruth's habit of "living deep" and the way everyone seems to be so enamored of it are not particularly appealing, but I can ignore it and just enjoy the rest of it. On this reading, I have to say, it didn't even particularly bother me. Not sure what it was, whether I'm just getting less finicky or there is something I appreciated more, probably mostly the former. But regardless, I didn't even have that to annoy me. There was still the sadness of WWII, no getting around that, but as before, it isn't really enough in the forefront to be too much of a disturbance.