The only bad part about discovering Jo
Ann Beard and her writing is that this is the only collection, or memoir, I
could find of hers.
The subjects of her writing are her
family, friends, and boyfriends. She skips
around so that her childhood memories are intermingled with the adult
ones. When she writes about her older
sister, Linda, there are some very funny passages.
Her writing overall is sharp and masterful. When she writes about her grandfather’s
funeral she says “My aunt’s chin turns into a walnut, and then she’s crying
too.” When she escapes to Florida to
heal a broken heart she writes “The Florida sun was climbing, the air felt like
hot, wet lint.” More of her wit and
great descriptions abound in this tidy little book, which I really enjoyed.
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