Tried to read Wendell Berry's book, Nathan Coulter, but just can't get into it. There's some stuff the boys do (Nathan as a child) and the adults too that just bothers me. Reminds me of my grandfather putting a spider and a honey bee into a covered jar to watch them fight. Mean-ness, is what I call it. Not my thing. Call me an old city girl, but I can't abide cruelty, even in books. Even pretend.
I was wanting something light, and that's not what I got.
Maybe go to the library tomorrow to search out something else. Not a clue as to what I'll end up with. That's part of the fun. :)
I was wanting something light, and that's not what I got.
Maybe go to the library tomorrow to search out something else. Not a clue as to what I'll end up with. That's part of the fun. :)
