After a recent declaration that I no longer have time for books that are anything less than awesome, I am happy to say that Dependable Book Friend Natalie gets me. We had breakfast together while she was in town over the holidays, and I am 99% sure she only invited me to persuade me to read A Land More Kind Than Home by Wiley Cash. The omelet was just a bonus.
Recently I have had a hard time concentrating on any book, but I trusted that this would be the page-turner she promised and Natalie (ok, and Wiley Cash) delivered.
When I started the novel, my first reaction was “oh, this is an interesting subject but I am so smart and read so many books that I know how this will go and I will just watch it all come together as I predict it will.” Fortunately, I was wrong and the book was full of surprises. What I thought would be a small town mystery/courtroom drama was not at all.
I purposely bought this book so I would have a good read in the hospital. That backfired since the book was so good and my baby is so uninterested in coming out to meet me. Pressure is on to find a labor-worthy read. Anyone ever read a book that was so good that you didn’t notice crushing pain? Or, more accurately, a book that you could read while being hooked up to drugs and holding a popsicle?
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