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24 February 2014


Yeah, I don't think I'll be getting this out of the library. I am just trying to make it through each day. Reading a book about a parent who is doing that AND single-handedly rescuing a farm? And is upbeat about it? Nah.

Now, if it went a little something like this: "like a glistening drool drop on a chapped, red chin, threatening to land, yet again, on my hand. It did land, though, and so did the next forty..."

Thanks for the warning; deleted it from the holds list.

Ha. Early in the book the author references that "perpetual good cheer" that was tough on her marriage, or, as her ex said, "Do you think it's been easy for me? Waking up every goddamn morning next to Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm?" So you nailed that angle!

Tee hee. You should enter that literary contest for worst opening sentence...the Bulwer-Lytton award or something?
Glad to provide the warning. There's definitely better "back to the land" memoirs out there.

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