Yesterday was the last day of my month of magnolias. Lucky that because today, the gusts, hail and sleet are doing their best to knock the tepals to the ground. So I spent the day indoors, desk bound while preparing the next chapbook.
And then I finished reading Mary Robison’sWhy Did I Ever? I don’t read much fiction but if I did, I’d want it to be as refreshing as this. It was an experience rather than a story. I engaged with it from page one, became immersed and was held in thrall to the last page.
If I was a reviewer, I would stop here. I’d know that you can read up on this book and writer at your own pace and leisure. But you might be reading this on a phone and in postponing a few strokes of a screen, you might forget about Mary Robison.
I am incredibly lucky that I have people who know what I might enjoy and not only do they make recommendations, they deliver them to me. That’s one to one and a recent birthday was just an excuse to give me a great read.
I’m typing here as one to many (if I’m truly lucky). So I won’t be sending you the book. But know that if I could, I would.
Why Did I Ever? I’m so glad she did and I think my review should stop here.
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