Dreams are the lively and lovely desires of the heart, soul, mind, and body that should propel us through every moment of our lives. ~ The Sunday List of Dreams, by Kris Radish~
Connie Nixon, 58 years young, divorced, and newly retired from a demanding career as an RN, is now ready to embark on a new life, one fueled by her Sunday List of Dreams, a list she’s been keeping and tinkering with for “as long as she can remember.” There are at least 48 items on this list, everything from “buy a convertible, something flashy, put the top down and drive someplace without thinking” and “start sleeping naked” to “stop doubting yourself” and “stop being afraid.” Connie’s journey toward fulfilling her dreams takes on some totally surprising twists and turns, as a reunion with her oldest daughter teaches her some amzing things about herself, and leads her to a completely new interpretation of her List of Dreams.
Sunday List of Dreams is the fourth novel from author Kris Radish (The Elegant Gathering of White Snows, Dancing Naked at the Edge of Dawn, and Annie Freeman’s Fabulous Traveling Funeral), whose series of books about women in mid-life and their experiences with friendship, life journeys, and learning to accept the past and embrace the future, are “chick lit” at it’s best. Normally (and I hope I don’t sound like a book snob when I say this) I don’t read this particular genre~it seems to formulaic to me, the plots often contrived and hackneyed, the characters somewhat cairicaturistic.
I enjoyed this one though, (probably because it was such a departure from Paint it Black, the novel from Janet Finch that I finally had to set aside unfinished just before I picked this one up.)
It was a fun read, with strong and humorous women characters. Most interestingly, it brought up some very intersting issues for me.
First, The LIST. It’s the backbone of the book, this list of dreams, and it informs everything Connie does. Following her progress in ticking off the items on her dream list, I was suddenly horrified to realize that I don’t even have a list! Sure, I have dreams ~at least I guess you could call them that~ but they’re so amorphous and vague they don’t resemble anything like the 37 concise dreams Connie has documented in her brown leather notebook.
Then, there’s the WAITING. For most of my life, I’ve been postponing even thinking about life dreams because I’ve been waiting for something~waiting to get through school, waiting to find a job, waiting to raise my family, waiting until I had enough money, waiting until my parents didn’t need me, waiting, waiting, waiting~ and what it all comes down to is that I’ve been waiting for life to happen to me, and not making anything happen for myself.
SO~~~ in the spirit of creating dreams to “propel” me through the rest of my life~~~ here, in black and white, are the first three items on what I’ll call my Monday Morning Dream Directive…
1. Stop waiting!
2. Take charge of your life!
3. Decide what your dreams are, and then do #1 and #2!
*Beginning today, The Sunday List of Dreams, is a featured selection of the Barnes and Noble online book club, including conversations with the author.