reactions to a novel
Gwen gave me a lovely gift package for my birthday- all sparkly and feeling like home, just the way she is... (It even contained some of her new, sophisticated, perfect business cards telling the entire world what her friends have known for what seems like forever: she is a novelist.) Then, then, then, the book. For my last birthday was "Oranges aren't the only fruit" by Jeanette Winterson. This year is "The lovely bones" by Alice Sebold and I just got a shiver typing the title. I remember seeing this book around when it first appeared, but as talk of it died down, I forgot to investigate. (Oh god, I just had a thought- what if it was an Oprah book? THAT would explain why Gwen and I would be reluctant to jump on the bandwagon. Not that Oprah endorses only bad books, it's just a thing we have against trying fit in the same way an awkward teenage girl waits to be told what to wear and read and like- I can see why Oprah would like this story though, it fits wit