I feel like I've been working on my serial post-it note story about road-tripping grandma/granddaughter for ages, and yet I've only just returned to the library the second installment, secreted inside of Binnie Kirshenbaum's An Almost Perfect Moment.
I'm not sure why I'm having such a difficult time with this story. Perhaps the serial nature of it makes me feel locked in, like I can't do any other post-it books until I'm finished with this tale? Or perhaps it is just that I don't have as much appropriate experience to draw from? At any rate, you can read the Kirshenbaum borne part here, if you want to.
Wishing the stars looked like something more poetic than salt. . . Almost makes me feel like I'm writing this with you, though I know I never could.
ReplyDelete"Thirsty for new paint." Is such a great turn of phrase and ought to be an overused cliche by now!
Also, I keep thinking we're going to find out that Phyllis was arrested at some point in her past. Could I be on to something???