Cold Sassy Tree

I read Olive Ann Burns’s Cold Sassy Tree this weekend (one of my fifty-cent finds at the Friends of the Library Bookstore). It’s got a story that keeps you turning the pages as fast as you can read, told in an inimitable rural Georgian accent by a likeable, believeable fourteen-year-old narrator named Will Tweedy. It sounds like another regional Southern novel but (actually, like many other Southern novels I’ve read) it’s full of humor, warmth and depth. I liked it a lot. More than anything, it’s a highly enjoyable read and hard to put down. I read the whole second half (about two hundred pages) in one sitting, last night, staying up until two with Shra’s wonderful cat Honey curled up and sleeping on my bed. (I went home to celebrate Daddo’s birthday.)

Erik’s leaving for a business trip on Tuesday morning. He hasn’t even left home yet but I miss him already. Silly, I know, but I’m sure you know how it is when someone you love is going on a trip.

[This post was imported on 4/10/14 from my old blog at satsumabug.livejournal.com.]

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