Oh, Grandma Dowdel, I know I’m not Mary Alice, but I want you to teach me to trap foxes and make cherry tarts.  Some of that glue would come in handy too.  And where do I get a nice, big snake for the attic?

I’m sure the indomitable woman herself would brush me off with the wave of her big, strong hands, but let me continue to gush…

I thought this book probably wasn’t for me… historical novel about the Great Depression in a small town…  Yet it was just exactly perfect for me!

Let no one lament the death of historical fiction!  Instead celebrate its ascendency by buying a copy of one of these:

Heart of a Samurai
Moon Over Manifest
Turtle in Paradise
When You Reach Me

Or go back to A Year Down Yonder.  You won’t be sorry!