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I will admit, at first the endless similes and run-on sentences bugged me. It's stuff like this, where Maye explains why she hates Pat Benatar's 80's hit "Love is a Battlefield:" "Well, um, it's not that I don't like it, but when I hear it, I'm transported back to 1983 and a red headed mongrel of an adolescent with a whitehead the size of a nickel on the tip of his nose is attempting to shove his slug of a tongue down my throat a I'm sitting in a swiveling bucket seat in the front of his dad's Chevy van on the bad losing end of a double date while my best friend has basically completed a conjugal visit with her companion, who just got out of juvenile detention the week before setting fire to an apartment building."
Or, "Once they got the incredible news that Charlie had been chosen to join the faculty at Spaulding University, things had to happen as quickly as the ceremony for a Catholic girl who needs to get married." (Okay, not one of the more endless examples, but phrases like this come fast and furious in the first few chapters and it tended to overwhelm.)
And Maye's painful adventure moving to a small, Pacific Northwest town brought back painful memories of my own, when I was kicked out of the mom and babies group I'd joined to make friends after moving to a small island in Washington's San Juans. But Maye's experience, which started out hitting too close to home, ended up becoming hilariously and fabulously over the top in every way.
And, by the end of this story, I was in love with Maye and Spaulding, and of course, Ruby.
Laurie Notaro has a new fan.
Or, "Once they got the incredible news that Charlie had been chosen to join the faculty at Spaulding University, things had to happen as quickly as the ceremony for a Catholic girl who needs to get married." (Okay, not one of the more endless examples, but phrases like this come fast and furious in the first few chapters and it tended to overwhelm.)
And Maye's painful adventure moving to a small, Pacific Northwest town brought back painful memories of my own, when I was kicked out of the mom and babies group I'd joined to make friends after moving to a small island in Washington's San Juans. But Maye's experience, which started out hitting too close to home, ended up becoming hilariously and fabulously over the top in every way.
And, by the end of this story, I was in love with Maye and Spaulding, and of course, Ruby.
Laurie Notaro has a new fan.