Funny how certain parts of books stay with us for years and years. The title of this post comes from a favorite childhood story about a character named Homer Price. As a child, they ranked right up there with stories by Beverly Cleary.
I've just began a new novel by Rohinton Mistry, entitled Family Matters. I love reading his sentences. How silly does that sound? They don't feel trite or overused, they feel real. The first only other novel of his that I read, A Fine Balance, opened up new knowledge for me about India. Which brings me to my question, are there any enlightening novels about Mexico and her people?