Glenda Adams has written a wicked and witty novel.
In what we think of as bad dialogue, the characters talk directly to each other.
Not having to own a car has made me realize what a waste of time the automobile is.
A chaplain's biggest gift is to be present and just listen.
Any essayist setting out on a frail apparatus of notings and jottings is a brave person.
But novels are never about what they are about; that is, there is always deeper, or more general, significance. The author may not be aware of this till she is pretty far along with it.