I just finished this book last nite. The fourth of hers I've read now. You may remember this review I did of Animal Dreams back in August. I'm reserving the review of another for soon, it's a doozey. Barbara takes her time and enjoys each scene with delicacy and sensibility. She's more than just paying attention, she's right careful with the moment, allowing all the love in it to get on the page at its own pace. There's no reason to move on until ALL of the story that's right here, right now has its chance to speak. Here's a line from the book: Cash is sitting in the the boss's office: But Cash had been thinking how sad it was there was not even a plant on the windowsill in here. Not one green thing that can sit in the sun and be quiet. I was thinking about this on the way down the mountain this morning. It was so beautiful. I'm like, I'm not going to rush through this, it's taken me my entire life to get here!
Here we have another love story. This time a little girl, Turtle Stillwater, is loved by her adopted white mom and the entire Cherokee Nation. There's a lot of love to go around for this little darling. It takes them all a while to figure out they surely want the same thing, but they did and they do.
A delightfully thoughtful look into Cherokee culture. Makes me wish I had a tribe to go home to sometimes. Family is messy alright, but damn, so are ribs and corn on the cob and a hog fry!
Barbara Kingsolver, my goodness girl. Don't stop!
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