"Crash Diet" (the first and title story) is brilliantly funny, and "Waiting for Hard Times to End" hits you hard right where it's aiming. The New York Times Book Review called the collection (in apocalyptic prose) an indictment of the "shoddiness of the pleasures" of the world--to which I would s...
Audiobook.Virginia is not sure her husband really loves her when he says while she's pregnant with his child that his first wife aborted their child and that he never would have left her but she was the one who wanted to end the marriage. Now she's angry and bitter with him and wants to go home....
I started reading this coming-of-age novel in the afternoon and had to read all night to finish it. The author's story line and style compel the reader to press onward. It is easy to read.The coming-of-age novel in set in a small North Carolina town and begins with a chronology of Jo's life throu...
Jill McCorkle has this uncanny ability to delve deep into the mindset of each and every one of her characters. For this reason, her writing is some of the most relatable and realistic I've encountered. She also writes about the South. And for these reasons...I looooooove her!My latest of McCorkle...
Another book by one of my new favorite Southern writers. See my review of Ferris Beach for details re author."Nine Fabulous New Short Stories... all of them about characters traveling off the beaten path. ..story Final Vinyl Days about a guy who graduated (some time ago) with a 3.7 in English Lit...
Jill McCorkle's new collection of twelve short stories is peopled with characters brilliantly like us-flawed, clueless, endearing. These stories are also animaled with all manner of mammal, bird, fish, reptile-also flawed and endearing. She asks, what don't humans share with the so-called lesser ...
Thank God. Just last night under a clear winter sky, I had wished for a sign, or at least some kind of divine intervention from the matchmakers of the world —all those well-meaning friends who are far more upset over my single status than I am. They drop by unannounced to offer me comfort and adv...
The ropes on an empty flagpole at the school across the street clanged in the wind. He did not want anyone there other than David and Tammy and me, of course. He said I had to be there to take notes, that it was my job and we had made a bargain. He said this would be my test run for what I will d...
It’s kind of eerie as I sit here at the end of the pier, the light from a nearby post giving me just enough to see what I’m doing. There is no moon. I was hoping there would be. There is the occasional light from the Fort Caswell Lighthouse, that beacon searching the strand. As a young woman I wa...