I finished Crooked Little Heart by Anne Lamott some time ago. Quick thoughts:
I used to love playing tennis. I remember how stressful it was sometimes to announce line calls. And I remember how awful it was to cheat like Rosie did at times.
Anne Lamott writes so deliciously. I just want to sink into every one of her novels, no matter how dreary the subject or lackluster the writing. This was not her BEST book but it was SO comfortable.
I like how Elizabeth takes her daughter away to the tide pools when she needs a safe place to talk. I hope (above all) that I allow Maren a quiet place of her own to think and be centered. My quiet place was sitting on the dock at our cabin. I would never have escaped middle school if not for my alone time watching the waves come in.
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