Just a word to the well meaning folk who think it's appropriate to acknowledge the entire history of half the human race for four weeks per year.
Speaking as one who's had a long lifetime up to now.I finished the Tunisian crochet lace scarf and instantly put it on. Just right. It will go with a lot of outfits.
Back into Henrietta and James for reading, so much more gripping than the Patchett turned out to be. I've heard from a couple of people, one very lyrical, about how they loved it, and they're both from the region, one that exact region, and they listened to it as an audio book.
They came to it with regional knowledge, which I didn't, aside from a couple of miserable alienated years in Wisconsin. That may be it. Also some books are wonderful heard, especially with gifted performers, and don't work as well in print.
I used to find Isabel Allende slow, draggy, not very readable in print. Then I heard one of her novels on audio and it was transformed, and I realized she's an aural writer. Some writing is meant to be heard, I think. And maybe Patchett is one of those writers for me. Well, I got halfway before giving it up. That's a fair try.
And here's a battle cry from, and for, our transgender sisters and brothers.



