One Potato Review
All of the private little things you notice upon moving to new town, a new house, a new neighborhood; this book is so specific it might have just happened yesterday. Here is the unaccountable strangeness of something as incidental as parsley with your scrambled eggs at the motel diner, “a rusty white bucket full of white flowers, and a faucet that won’t turn on no matter how hard I try.” And parents arguing over where to put a picture, and the sun bursting in (since no curtains), still no one example, and no ten, can finally do justice to the wonder of this personal accumulation. Honest, optimistic, and earned.
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