I don't know what the world's coming to," he went on, "People getting more worldly every day." Jess Birdwell ~ Except for Me & Thee.
The first time I read Jessamyn West's Except for Me & Thee, I read it greedily in a rush, as a starving woman. It had to be returned to the library because a friend wanted to read it before the inter~library archives claimed it back. I was bitterly disappointed. I had known & loved The Friendly Persuasion so long I compared it unfavourably & found it wanting.
My children learnt early to head me off at the pass when it comes to bookshops. I would rather read than eat & they know it. For some strange reason they would rather eat than read. Over the years bookshops became a thing of the past. I couldn't afford the prices & besides one of the quirkier things about our little island is that it has always had an excellent library with a wonderful librarian who has always managed to get me whatever I wanted no matter how obscure it was ~ & believe me some of it has been very obscure! So I stopped buying books.
We have had a computer for a while now & it has gradually dawned on me that there, at my fingertips, was the library wealth of the world, much of it affordable & so I have begun dabbling in the wonderful world of pre~loved books. This time I can savour Except for Me & Thee for the rare & delightful treasure it is.
West has a rare knack for character & a sly humour. I rarely laugh out loud but I snigger a lot.
If he had to be married to some~one, & it looked like he had to, proposing at the rate he was, he preferred Emily to Georgia. But he didn't want Emily either. She had less rise to her than a buckwheat cake. After an evening with Emily he began to appreciate the merits of disorder & hard liquor.
He couldn't remember sleeping a wink that week. The cornhusks in his mattress rustled all night long as he tossed & turned trying to figure out how in 3 short days a man could take such complete leave of his senses.
I might be gone a while.