I’ve been a long-time fan of Barbara Kingsolver. I have read most all of her books, except The Poisonwood Bible, and I don’t know why I haven’t read that one. I think my favorite has to be Prodigal Summer. Who knew moth copulation could be put down so beautifully on paper? She’s a lyrical writer, and I relish every sentence as if it’s a morsel of the finest chocolate (fair trade chocolate, of course. Just kidding. I’ve never seen fair trade chocolate in Metropolitan St. Louis, although I have not looked.). She is fantastic. A friend, when describing Kingsolver’s books, introduced me to the word “polemic.” I’m sure Kingsolver seems that way to some. Oh, heck: She is polemic. It is true.
BUT, that she is polemic and writes beautifully about moth sex is not what almost ruined my life. [Read More…]