my first book finished - the fourth hand by john irving - admittedly started before june 1st, but finished late last night...i adore john irving, and i adore his writing. this book was conceptually much more out there then some of my favorites - it's about a reporter whose left hand is eaten by a lion while he is on assignment in india. he becomes the nation's first hand transplant...but the widow of the donated hand demands visitation rights. it was a bizarre read, but deep at the heart of the matter, a love story. funny, dark...ah, john irving, you have my heart.
No comments:
Post a Comment