my take: The real love story here is my head-over-heels infatuation with all things Joshilyn Jackson writes. For reals.
This time, I was going to slow down and relish and savor and draw out the time spent living in a JJ world. But no. She writes page turners! So I read it in a day. And then felt a little like you do when you’ve eaten the entire bag of your favorite indulgence (say, potato chips) … happy, satisfied, and regretting that it’s over.
This time out JJ tackles autism, rape, virgin birth, interfaith marriage & divorce, child prodigy, genetics, nature vs. nurture … with wacky characters and a plot that unfolds in such a way that you, too, will not be able to wait to find out what happens. It’s a love story, obviously, but you can’t really say who loves who till the end. At least, I couldn’t since I was too busy reading and didn’t stop to ponder. Maybe you’ll figure it out.
my source: a gift from my daughter Anne – in hardcover! now available for loan, Susan.
my take: as fabulous as ever, my hat’s off to Ms. Jackson once again
other great JJ reads here and here or gods In Alabama, The Girl Who Stopped Swimming, and Between, Georgia
Only problem with this book (aside from the fact that it tempted me to neglect my mothering duties in order to keep reading): now that I'm done I have to go back to waiting for Joshilyn to come out with her next one. Groupies, we are!