Another modern white-family story…about two sisters, Thea and Mickey, and their different personalities and childhood experiences. They are now adults, living in the South. The book is more Thea's story than Mickey's. It is pretty much a zuzu book, meaning it's another tale about a person who perseverates about herself and her past. But there was enough else in the book so that I finished it: Jewish families in the South, husbands, marriages, breast cancer….and the mystery surrounding her parents' lives. Thea is given some letters her grandmother wrote. They are in Yiddish, but she finds a woman to translate them.
These books dwell on the details and sometimes I like them for that.
"He was bearing down on the shovel with his right foot, pushing it deep in the soil, making neat trenches around all the hostas. Then he lifted them out, their chartreuse leaves iced in white, and gently placed them behind her. His legs, khaki shorts, Hornets T-shirt were flecked with dirt and bits of leaves. He kept pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and brushing himself off. Thea was on her knees, taking the hostas he'd dug and separating them with a butcher knife into smaller clumps. Then she set them in a messy, uneven row along he edge of the bed of toothed-wood fems, where they would plant them."
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