Ever thrown a book clear across the room in protest to the pomposity of a woman who writes as if she were the only creature on earth wise enough to appreciate the land and our children?
How does Barbara Kingsolver achieve such enlightenment? By priding herself as the most extraordinary mother ever for forcing her daughter to spend a day at the Native American museum and by bemoaning the movie Silence of the Lambs–without ever even seeing it–sounds like an open mind to me.
I know High Tide in Tucson is the kind of novel for other divorcees and otherwise lonely ladies with “ferocious morals” and a soul to salve, but Barbara best hope that she never crosses my path after a couple martinis.
But what do you think?