All the things you remember.
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"My body had stiffened into a permanent cringe as we
pressed deeper into the muck. Our limbs slicked across layers of soggy sediment
and masses of roots so compacted we barely disturbed the leaves above. This
gnarled growth pulsated against our scalps as busy inhabitants transmitted
waves of vibration into the air. Thousands, perhaps millions of cicadas and
crickets insulted us in a cloud of noise..."
"Christie grabbed a handful of marshmallows and
squished them to resemble cottage cheese. She pulled repeatedly until the mash
smoothed into lustrous taffy. 'Yum!' she announced, stretching the gleaming
band..."
"It's a warm rain, though," Lori said, shrugging
her shoulders and kneeling on a garbage bag. She took a bite from a cold hot
dog and shot it toward me. It wiggled grotesquely like a dead, amputated
finger. "Could be worse." She grinned. "It could be snowing..."
Wrapped with everything good you expect from a memoir, Memory Lake, by Nancy S. Kyme, is filled
with fun, friends, camp counselors, a smattering of spiritual moments, and the
truth about getting your feet wet.
A lengthy book, 435 pages, this reader had to finally put it
down and go on to other projects. Though poetically written and visually
appealing, I found it a bit long for my tastes.
After 141 pages, I missed the tension and building climax offered in a typical
fiction novel.
My suggestion?
Take this book with you on your next sea side vacation.
Though captivating, you need time to relax and simply enjoy the pages. Something
I didn't have.
Perhaps I'll finish Memory
Lake on that dream vacation to the Oregon coast. Learn more about Nancy at:
Website: http://www.nancyskyme.com/
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