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Kathleen Goldbach - Campbell, California (USA):
April 11, 2001:
This book was bought for a community college class. When I told
the professor how much I liked it, she said it was written
for sixth graders.
Every 60's college student had this book of helpful maxims on their
shelf, next to "The Family of Man."
My babysitter read me stories from this big white book. We sat
on a couch in a sunroom. She smelled like powder and could
talk through her nose as if a crocodile had hold of it.
This book is cold and hard and solid and precise as ice,
and it makes my bones ache.
This book smells like pine trees, is lined with bamboo mats, and
provides rest and peace for weary travelers. Unfortunately, there is a library
due slip in it dated 20-Nov-84.
April 16, 2001:
This book is my fourth favorite by this author. I read it
in English while my husband read it in German in a cozy
bed and breakfast on a blustery day in Santa Fe.
This book made me burst out giggling in a quiet study room.
I didn't want to read this book for Book Club, but couldn't
stop after the first page. It proved that you can eat a
one-half-inch slab of bacon fat on brown bread with eight people watching.
This book is a childhood evening echoing with locusts and crickets and
hide-and-seek calls and swishing hoses and the soft hum of grown-up voices
on a quilt in the grass where you're looking up at the
This book turned my life around with: "There is no general doctrine
which is not capable of eating out our morality if unchecked by
the deep-seated habit of direct fellow-feeling with individual fellow-men."