I'll be damned if Anne Tyler isn't becoming one of my favorite writers. In this updated retelling of Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew, she once again illuminates the characters with her own brand of folksy charm and again convinces me that either she or someone she loves is on the autism spectrum or at the very least has a diagnosis of obsessive-compulsive disorder. I love it when a tale as old as time can manage to be retold with a fresh perspective like this. I was really rooting for Kate like all of us odd ducks would. I also have a healthy respect for folks that are set in their ways with methods, timing and schedules.....again, it's the autism. This was a very light-hearted and easy book for summer and perfect to calm one's mind in this busy day and time. Now Ms. Tyler is on my list of go-to writers!
This story might take a minute to tell. Bear with me. When my sister and I were little girls, my mother took us to a large baptist church in town. Even as a child, I never remember feeling welcome there. But I do remember the lovely older couple that kept my Sunday School class. They gave us saltines and kool-aid, and I remember thinking they would be nice grandparents to have. At Christmastime, the Sunday School class was set to have a random gift exchange. Every child was supposed to bring a gift that could be exchanged with any other child.....no specific gift designations. I received the gift of an Avon 7 bead necklace which was very popular at the time. I loved it so much and was thrilled to have it! I was somewhere between 5 and 7 at the time. (Back in the 1970's and 80's, Avon was a cosmetic company that was also known for it's inexpensive jewelry. I couldn't find a price on what this necklace would have cost back then, but apparently there is ...
