yes, i envy my pets. because they spend all day lolling around the house. if only they could read. i've always thought it would be so good if dogs and cats could read. their lives would be vastly improved. so, molly curls up in the middle of the down comforter, without a book to keep her company, honey spends the day barking at anyone/anything (mail carriers, squirrels, bluejays, meter readers) that moves in the neighborhood. in the meantime my TBR pile grows ever higher.
yesterday morning i finished up the last pages of Lunch at the Picadilly, by Clyde Edgerton. he has many previous novels, delightful small works of loving attention to southern characters and life. he is particularly good with old women and young men/boys. and that's what Lunch is all about. an aging aunt in a nursing home, and her young(ish) caretaking nephew. it's a small book, full of quirky personalities, humorous dialogue, a "preacher" whose sermons deserve some time and thought. this book made me laugh out loud several times. because i spent quite a few years caretaking an elderly aunt who was the world to me, it also made me extremely sad. i'm a total fan of Edgerton's, so i'm hardly an objective reader. he lives just down the coast from me, in Wilmington, NC, where he teaches creative writing. if i were younger, i'd go enroll.
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