Last night I went to pick up a stack of Alice Walker books. I’m going to start diving in today and I’m not quite sure what to expect. On one hand, this is a woman who can go to dark places in her writing, and on the other hand, this is a woman who has published a book titled, The Chicken Chronicles: Sitting with the Angels Who have Returned with My Memories… the rest of the title names the chickens. I have decided this is the book I will read first, because seriously, how could I not?
In the first few paragraphs, I found this passage:
Once I stopped moving about quite so much my interest in chickens, and memory about that particular chicken, asserted itself. I realized I was concerned about chickens, as a Nation, and that I missed them.
Hrm… What am I getting myself into here?
You can do it!
Oh! Thank goodness I read this…had totally forgotten I have a book waiting for me at the library…the wallflower YA one.