My friends, please share with your reading friends. They’ll think you’e cool. E-book only for now, paperback in a month.
This is a deep book. Part of it is poetry, you might not like it. I began it years ago, but lost confidence. As I worked on it, I became fretful that I could not get out of the story until it was told. I got a bit crazy. I went into Geriatric Psych analysis at the V.A., with an agreement that the analyst would tell me each week if I was still sane. That helped me finish the book.
Easy to read, difficult to understand, but under standable, once you get a grip on the thread that runs through it. I went as close to hell as anyone I know who lived to tell the tale. I survived and you will, too, if you think you can. Wattie Piper was my literary muse, since Marsha Ely’s fifth birthaday, when I cheated at pin the tale on the donkey and won Wattie’s classic golden book, “The Little Engine Who Could.”
