After hearing several good things about GILEAD by Marilynne Robinson, I decided to give it another try. (Yeah, I know...I've been busy and didn't get around to acting on my impulse to return it.) (g)
Anyway, I'm about 50 pages in. It's not a super exciting read, but it does have a quiet subtlety to it that is invoking some really strong images and memories. I'm sure there's a much better term for what I mean, but you know when you read certain things and it stirs up a memory from your childhood? This book does a really great job of invoking the sensation of a really hot day...weeds...insects buzzing...you're uncomfortable, but...carefree in a way you rarely get to experience as an adult.
Makes me nostalgic for days spent at my grandparents' house. Those day-long explorations of the "great woods" beside their house, which in reality wasn't much more than a strip of weedy grass and a few trees giving much needed shade...
Awww, lazy days in Nebraska. (g)
Anyway, the I/you said crap from the first page ended there... Just so you know. (g)