Pilgrim at Tinker Creek has been in my To Be Read pile for a while now. Maybe a year or so. Last year, when my back was all injured, one of the women in my writing class would call me and read to me from it. Very sweet.

I adored Mariette in Ecstasy. And I live in PA! Bucks County, though, not out near Pittsburgh.

Thought of another book I loved that most people I know personally haven't read: John Dollar by Marianne... Ack! Blanking on her last name. But she's Salmon Rushdie's ex-wife, I think. Wiggins, maybe?

Gah. I hate typos.

You know how certain scenes from books or movies come back to you? I still have flashbacks of the scene from Pilgrim at Tinker Creek where the just-hatched moth who didn't have enough room inside the classroom jelly-jar to spread his wings so they could dry properly is slowly walking down the road behind the school with his crippled wings, frozen so that he will never to able to open them, after the teacher lets him out of the jar after school. shudder. Poor thing.

Bucks County! I know Bucks County, kind of. Near a river, used to be a kind of groovy-cool-hippy-arty-avante garde town. Is it still?

Oh, god. Now I don't want to read it. I can't handle helpless things/people being hurt.

Oh dear. Java is me wrt the moth.

Well, it's not all like that. The book was written after her husband died, and she holed up in either VA or West VA. The book is very much about the beauty and the terror of the natural world. The thing that's so tragic about the moth scene is that it was totally preventable and caused by human ignorance. It's a heavy but good lesson to learn. Most of the book is about the reality of the natural world, which is both beautiful and terrifying - it being eat or be eaten, of course. It's well worth reading. It's beautifully written, she didn't win the Pulizer for it for no reason. I'm not sure what else I'm trying to say. It's about what IS in nature, and she presents all kinds of interesting stories of nature of the kind that billytea presents that we love so much, like a kind of bug that liquifies the insides of frogs and then sucks them dry and stuff like that. She pretty much sticks to the natural world of fauna and flora, not what humans do, with digressions into her own mental/spiritual state. Pulitzer!

Hey, AmyLiz! I liked John Dollar too. And it is Marianne Wiggins.

Near a river, used to be a kind of groovy-cool-hippy-arty-avante garde town.

New Hope is on the river in Bucks County, about fifteen mminutes north of me, and it's still very arty, antique-y, but with lots of fun bars and, strangely (?) a large contingent of motorcycle enthusiasts. In the summer, hordes of guys on Harleys cruise through the center of town. Love your tag, by the way.

Hey, Dani! John Dollar was just spooky-grim. Kind of Lord of the Flies with girls. Loved it. Her writing was beautiful. Nice to know someone aside from me read it!

"This town's unforgiving, they cannot keep secrets
They see his hand on my waist like a brand
But there's a bar in Bucks Country where they don't know his name
And a cowboy who might understand."