Wednesday, July 29, 2009
My dear Lissa,
I am writing to thank you for alerting me to the existence of a charming epistolary novel, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.
When I initially saw it mentioned on your blog (which also, by the way, is most charming), the title did not appeal to me for some vague, indefinable reason.
Perhaps it was because "Guernsey" brought to mind images of cattle and I was not of a mind to read about cows. I can see cows when I drive to the grocery store (though it still occasionally startles me) and the idea of reading about them did not quicken my pulse.
Why the Guernsey Channel Islands, World War II, or captivating characters did not occur to me, I shall never know. Perhaps it is because, although I am not originally from Nebraska, this place has over these many years seeped into my bones and the seepage causes me at times to think immediately of livestock.
But I digress.
I loved Juliet -- and her wit and honesty -- immediately. I shall not breathe another word about anything or anyone else I loved, lest it ruin this delightful summer (or winter, or autumn, or perhaps even -- yes, I think so -- spring) read for others.
I will say only this to anyone who has intercepted this message -- this surprising and winsome book is not about livestock. Various animals do play a part. Yes, they must. But they appear in a way which is not startling and is, in fact, wholly satisfying.
P.S. Kiss Huck for me. It is unbearably painful to be a long-distance godmother.