But my eighty year-old mom? She chose it for me.
I think this may have been one of her old-lady book club selections, but I'm not sure. What I AM sure of is that she has written inside the flyleaf ,"Beth, Spring 2014. A lovely book." And I felt a little sad because her once-beautiful script is shaky, which happens I guess.
As I get older, I have less patience with books that don't hold my attention. I will say (to the cats), "this is crap!" and maybe even throw the book a little, in a dramatic way. Or lay it down, whichever. And I really wanted to do that with this book. But I kept remembering the shaky handwriting in the front "A lovely book."
|Not like this. This is not dramatic enough. But this is all I could find.|
This book is slow-going at the beginning. Carol wants to get rid of her overgrown azaleas, while her gardener, Mr. Owita, wants to save them. And being a gardener (sort of), I understood them both. I have saved azaleas at one house and yanked them out at another. I have had to tear up seventy year-old boxwoods, not because I didn't like them, but because they had been neglected too long.
I understand the use of metaphor, too.
Because it all boils down to this: some things are just not worth saving. But most things are.
In the end, I too found this "A lovely book."
Join my co-readers to find out what they think:
Cassie, Katie, Carmel, and Brenda.