'The God Of Animals' ...
I have a bit of a book habit. I love buying books. I don't buy a lot of them, but it's not for lack of interest. If someone handed me a credit card and let me loose in Borders, I could do a lot of damage.
Instead, I've started using my library card again. Libraries. What a great deal! Books! For free!
I don't read most books more than once. Some books I buy and read and then put on them my shelf. Some books I buy and read and then give them away.
So the last time I was at the library, it was to check out a book that was already on loan to someone else. (I ordered it from Amazon today. But Stephen King recommended it, so I told myself that I need to own it to study it.)
I keep a list of books in my wallet, titles that I've run across in my Internet wanderings, titles others have recommended. And I found myself standing in front of The God Of Animals, which was on the list. Far be it from me to ignore a sign.
So I checked it out and headed home and plopped myself on my deck and packed away 70-some pages before the bugs started to really annoy me.
It's a good read. Not fluffy-beachy but neither Beckett.
It's the story of Alice, a pre-teen girl, and her dysfunctional, horse-farm dwelling family in the Colorado desert.
I don't like to go into details about books or movies because I want everyone to experience them from their own perspectives, but Aryn Kyle weaves a substantial story with many thoughtful threads, adult themes processed through the intellect and emotions of a 12-year-old, wise beyond her years.