One of my all-time favorite authors is Robert B. Parker. I finished re-reading all of the Spenser books (there are 36 of them) and just now finished Edenville Owls. This is unlike most of his books, but his strong opinions on what’s important in life come through, even through the eyes and ‘voice’ of the main character, a 14-year-old boy named Bobby.
I was supposed to be doing other things today, but this book called to me from upstairs. I took it to the ophthalmologist’s office where I waited while my husband had his eyes examined, and then tried to put it down when I came home. I made it through the burger we picked up and brought home from the local Sonic, but then I was lost.
As usual, when I finish a well-loved book, I feel a bit let down. I don’t want it to be over. I’m lucky to be surrounded by almost all of the books Robert B. Parker wrote. I love relaxing into his world, the wonderful, unforgettable characters, and his snappy dialogue that makes me snort and grin again from time to time.
