Have you ever been reading a book at exactly the wrong time in your life? Like, you’re just as up as you can be and you’re in the middle of reading some heart-wrenching tale of loss and more loss, piled on top of loss? That is not what just happened to me, thank-you-very-much.
I just finished a book called A Girl Named Zippy, by Haven Kimmel. It is, as the book jacket implies, a memoir of a happy childhood. And it was just as darling as it could be.
Honestly, I’m so grateful it wasn’t a downer. And it’s nice to remember there are folks out there with good, honest lives.
Three cheers for happy childhoods!