I love to read......for as long as I can remember, curling up with a book has been a favorite pass time. And when, occasionally, I start a book and have a hard time putting it down, that’s the best!
My book club discussed Fredrik Backman’s best seller, A Man Called Ove, and before we left on this Austin adventure I bought another of his books......my grandmother asked me to tell you she’s sorry.
Within the first few pages I was hooked....by the charcters and by the beautiful sentences. “Mum shakes her head in a very controlled way and says Granny is making all this up. Granny doesn’t like it when people say that things are made-up, and reminds Mum she prefers the less derogatory term ‘reality-challenged.’” “Having a grandmother is like having an army. This is a grandchild’s ultimate privlege: knowing that someone is on your side, always, whatever the details.” “But it’s pointless trying to explain to these people, as fruitless as claryifying to a guy carrying around a rabbit’s foot—because of its supposed good luck—that if rabbits’ feet really were lucky, they’d still be attached to the rabbit.”
I don’t know where the story will lead.....but within the first few chapters the girl’s grandmother dies and seven-year-old Elsa is left without her protector. Granny dies on page 44.....and I have to continue until the end on page 370.
It will be a pleasure.
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