gabrielle zevin's margarettown
gosh. just, gosh. i really liked this book. i'm not sure i can even articulate how much, or why exactly. it's narrated by a dying man, telling the story of his wife to their daughter--she was no ordinary woman, but many women at once. this book made me feel the way sharon creech's love that dog does (again, i cannot explain way), only i didn't cry as much on this one. i almost missed my stop on the bus ride home because i was reading it, and i never read on the bus, but somehow i was holding it and couldn't let it go.
plus i really liked the cover.
just a wonderful book, stark and full of love and uncertainty.
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ETA: weird. i was just googling zevin to see if she'd written anything else (looks like she has a YA book coming out this fall), and came across this. i can't believe she talks about love that dog in this interview. that's weird, right??? since i just compared those two books, which are different in every conceivable way except for their similar size and brightly-colored covers?
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