Sunday, February 13, 2005
Frankland
East Tennessee, western North Carolina--what's the diff? Purt near none for all general purposes. Reading Frankland was like going home for the weekend. Marketing strategy for the book involves comparing it to A Confederacy of Dunces; however, narrator John Tolley is not anywhere near as obnoxious as Ignatius J. Reilly. In fact, I rather liked him. But then, I have a soft spot for the socially awkward and the ineffectual. Bless their hearts, they have tough rows to hoe.
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