Monthly Archives: December 2015

Fates and Furies- Lauren Groff

12185576_10101351024338677_6429960017375743742_o.jpgParadox of marriage: you can never know someone entirely; you do know someone entirely.

I picked this book up from the Lucky Days collection from the library about a month back. Now, you’ll remember that you have seven days to finish a book in the collection; and since I was in a deep dark Breaking Bad hole, I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it. [What household needs five streaming applications, I ask you?] I gave it back, sadly, to the library. Then I was at a Target buying curtain rods when I happened upon it and realized that I hadn’t bought my “treat yo’ self” gift of the week. So enters Fates and Furies.

Fates and Furies tells the relationship and backstories of Lancelot [Lotto] and Mathilde. Two young lovers that have a whirlwind romance and marriage and end up spending the rest of their lives together, something you don’t see working out too often. In Fates you get the backstory of Lotto a poor little rich kid from Florida with an eccentric mother and doting Aunt. You also get the beginning of his acting career and the beginning of his marriage with Mathilde. While I liked Lotto’s side and it really does help put things in perspective, it was Furies that really grabbed me.

In Furies you come to understand the magnitude of the things that are unsaid between two people. The things that we keep hidden and keep just for ourselves alone, and that is what the novel is about. The bits and pieces of ourselves that we keep locked away, things that no one needs to see, because it makes things easier if they don’t know. Also, the things we do for the ones we love. How we keep them a float and ourselves be damned.

The part that really got me, though, was the end. Yeah, I cried. It was when she talks about the everyday of marriage.

All those ordinary afternoons, listening to footsteps in the beams of the house and knowing the feel behind them.

Because I know the sound of my fiance’s steps and the creaks that he makes in the floorboards, and it is those little things that I cherish as well.

This book will not leave you quickly, nor should it. It begs for a re-read the second you finish the last chapter. Wanting to go back and see if you can piece together the things you may have missed the first time through. There are two sides to every story. This one is no different.