I’ve been trying to make space to read some novels this summer – they tend to be ones recommended by the progeny.
Just finished The Story of Edgar Sawtelle by David Wroblewski.
Stephen King says, in his typically sparse prose, that ‘I flat out loved this.’ I like Stephen King (especially his wonderful little book on writing) and have to concur – this is a gem.
I ain’t going to give anything away, ‘cept to say that you won’t look at a dog the same way after reading this book.
Unforgettable: lovingly written, ruthlessly honest, Shakesperian in its tragic scope, brilliant in characterisation (especially the mute Edgar, but all the Sawtelles are richly drawn).
Happy it is not, true it is.