The Wild Iris by Louise Gluck: Most deserving of the Pulitzer, the poems are told through the perspective of garden flowers with some vespers and matins interspersed so that you consider what it means to be in the likeness of a Gardener, what it means to grow, and our reliance on heaven and earth. Beautifully done and artfully progressive. Love it. I first read it about six years ago and thought, "eh, I don't know," but I finished it earlier this week and thought: "OH WOW." What was wrong with me before? This is why literature generally deserves a second try. I didn't appreciate The Great Gatsby until the third time through.
Glimpses into the Life and Heart of Marjorie Pay Hinckley edited by Virginia H. Pearce: One of those books that I love for the feeling and reality of the person. The writing is not meant to be artistic, but to clearly convey a life--which it does, so I'm satisfied. (Okay: we all know I'm a book snob, but if something fulfills its own purpose, how can you judge it by other terms unless to praise it? What frustrates me is when fantasy/cliched plot things pretend to be great works of art when they struggle with something as simple as syntax!)
Eats, Shoots and Leaves by Lynne Truss: I'm laughing all over the place and only on page one.
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