Book report – The Kitchen Daughter

When I moved several years ago, I gave away more than five cartons of books.  I wish I had weighed them, just to be able to say "I gave away 500 pounds of books," or some such superlative quote.  Those books were heavy.  After that, I started borrowing books from the library.  I'll leave it for another time to analyze my conflicted feelings about believing that writers should be paid generously by eager readers (particularly since my own book Farmers Markets of the Heartland will be published next spring).  But the burden on my wallet and bookshelves led me to take a little respite. I promised myself that I could always buy a book that I might want to read again.  Since then, I've been moved to buy two novels:  The Life Read more...