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Plainsong by Kent Haruf

We've had this novel on our shelves for years, and I finally got around to reading it, because one of the book clubs I sometimes go to chose it. It was a delight. I was so pleased with it that I couldn't believe it had been neglected for so long. This is not to say that it's a happy or light read, although it is short. The writing is sparse but evocative, and the characters are wonderful. Well, many of them are wonderful. What I liked most is that all the main characters change and grow. It's a great book about how people help each other, even in imperfect ways. I loved it. Disclaimer: There are a couple of somewhat graphic scenes and some language.

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My blog wasn't working one day last week, so I'm trying again. Here goes.


Lillian and Seth have been successfully avoiding Mira all day. With my help. I admit it--sometimes I'll help distract the three-year-old, so the six-year-old (almost seven!) and the eight-year-old can play without harassment. But about half an hour ago, I told Lill and Seth that now they must play with Mira for a while. They weren't happy about it, but they tried. Or they kind of tried. They had an evil plan. They spent ten minutes building a fort in the living room. They were all in it for about 30 seconds, discussing their various super powers or something. Then I heard Lillian, outside the fort, say to Mira, "Now you stay inside! You're the queen! You have to stay inside, and we're your guards!" Then both Lillian and Seth ran downstairs. They were still in character as the queen's guards, but I know their tricks. So does Mira, though. She sat in the fort for a couple of minutes, yelling for Lillian, using various names that might be her current