It wa sfascinating listening to her on the radio this morning. She was so matter-of-fact about the win. I guess that's what you feel like at 88. She said, well you can't give it to a dead person.
I do remember reading The Grass is Singing one hot summer's day in my late teens and finding it bizarre (I led a sheltered life) and intrigueing.
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You know I think I read that novel in my teens also. Is that the one where she gets married..and all is fine until she gets bored with decorating the house. Then she falls into some sort of depression and the marriage falls apart and she nearly has an affair with a black slave. It resembles "the Piano' in a way.
I'll have to go back and have another look at The Piano.
Well...the story line is different but I thought the way the protagonist was never satisfied no matter what life she led was similar.
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