Friday, April 13, 2018

The Flood Girls by Richard Fifield

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4 Stars

Thomas Wolfe wrote you can’t go home again. Fitting that I wound up listening a book about a woman returning to her hometown during my 12-hour round-trip solo drive back to the place where I was born and raised for the first time in a decade. Rachel was returning to a town full of trailer parks and alcoholics because she was felt she needed to re-work Step 8. In case you aren’t familiar . . . .



I ended up in the local watering hole at some point during my brief stay, but I can’t say I took the same path Rachel did when I got back to my ol’ stomping grounds . . . .



However, I could relate to Rachel’s slice of Americana and had a great time learning all about the various Flood Girls as they tried to make it to the regional baseball tourney for the first time ever . . . .



As well as The Chief and his merry band of volunteer firemen . . . .



Not to mention young Jake. Man . . . . .



This was a winner for me. Many thanks to Melki for her 5 Star review. She’s kind of greedy with the Starzzzzzz just like me so when she hands them out, I tend to pay attention. My librarian system also deserves a kudo for nearly always having whatever my heart desires, in whatever format my heart desires . . . .



And now I’m back at work. I was trying to plug in and listen to porn until 5:00 while I did whatever tasks came to me, but instead I was just informed me that my taking three days off (which I informed everyone about in advance and made sure to not be either a Monday or a Friday) to attend a funeral was an inconvenience . . . .



Someone pass me a silver bullet. The beer, I mean, not an actual silver bullet. I don’t work with werewolves.

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