Making sense

Anne Lamott, on writing ...

"We are a species that needs and wants to understand who we are. Sheep lice do not seem to share this longing, which is one reason why they write so little. But we do. We have so much we want to say and figure out.”

Friday, January 2, 2015

Book #1 of 2015

The Vacationers, by Emma Straub
This light-hearted, witty read is a good one. I laughed; I identified; I will long remember the characters. I'm sure there's a movie coming soon. Meryl Streep will play Franny; Kevin Kline her husband, Jim.
The story revolves around Franny's thirty-five-year marriage to Jim, and how he has been unfaithful, and can their marriage be saved. Set on an island in Spain, the vacationers include two adult children (one immature, one sarcastic) and a gay couple: very Modern Family-ish. Throw in a tanned and sexy twenty-year-old tutor, and you've got a tidy little dramedy with some beach sex thrown in.
The figurative language employed is every English teacher's dream read ("Carmen slept on her back, while Bobby curled up like a seashell next to her, his mouth open."/"He heard her pivot on her rubber soles and squeak out of the room ... ."/"The water! Franny wanted to run toward it with her hands clasping open and closed like a lobster's claws, to hold on to it, a shimmery dream.")
Although it was 22-degrees in Kansas City when I read this book, I recommend this beach read to any married or divorced woman, or any woman, for that matter, who has thought about smothering her man in his sleep.

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