We live in an age of impatience. We want our news in fifteen-second chunks, at the moment it happens. We make up our minds instantaneously without being able to reflect on things.
But nature takes time: to grow, to heal, to fruit. An avocado tree you plant today will take ten years to flower and fruit. This book reminded me of a time when we could stare at the sky for hours, instead of at our phones, and observe the sun making its way across the horizon.

Briony’s atonement for her deeds as a child takes an entire lifetime. I am not even sure you can hold a thirteen-year-old accountable for her actions, but in her mind, she is guilty. Her penance takes all her life.
I was a child living in my mind, making up stories to interpret the real world, and I understood Briony very well. Through her immature worldview, she deciphers what happens and arrives at the wrong conclusion. Her actions harm an innocent’s man life.
In Atonement, there are no happily ever afters in the real world. But in her imagination, Briony can conjure a better place. Isn’t that what is magnificent about stories? They lessen our pain when everything becomes unbearable.
When you have time to watch a snail crawl across the sidewalk, pick up this book and savor it.







