Nothing better for beach or pool-side reading than a collection of short stories. The sun bakes out any cells that would attempt to read anything longer than a magazine article or short. TP picked up this book from the library during our vacation and I snatched it away from him as I hurled Morrisey’s “autobiography” at his head.
Aside from the book itself, I expressed great glee in finding the previous lender’s receipt hidden inside the book. Hope she enjoyed:
- Bridget Jones’s Diary (Bridget Jones, #1) by Helen Fielding
- The Woman Who Gave Birth to Rabbits: Stories by Emma Donoghue
- Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy
- Jeeves and Wooster
- Sleepless in Seattle
- Titanic [presumably for her grandmother]
- Midnight in Paris
- Emotionally Weird by Kate Atkinson
- Doc Martin
I think we could have been book buddies. But back to blurb business.
Kamara watched Josh slot in a Rugrats DVD and lie down on the couch, a slight child with olive skin and tangled curls. “Half-caste” was what they had called children like him back in Nigeria, and the word had meant an automatic cool, light-skinned good looks, trips abroad to visit white grandparents. Kamara had always resented the glamour of half-castes. But in American, “half-caste” was a bad word.