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on Sep. 06, 2013 :
Enjoyable on many levels.
Suellen, as wordsmith, shows a talent for describing a setting or scene. Owed, perhaps, to her genuine respect for Northern California’s environment.
“There was no apparent landscaping at the entrance to the huge redwood house. There was though, an unseen vegetable and flower garden courtyard that was attended by several workers. Jack stood in the hot sun and looked up at the creative masterpiece. Big thick glass windows gave views from every side. The proximity on the hill was breathless and tall trees that were consciously left standing brought the nature near."
"Coming of Age" in California during the late 60’s; I never attended a rock concert, this book more than hinted at the culture I missed:
“There was little light revealing the faces of the dancers who jerked to the beating of the drums. It was the communal heartbeat for the followers of the rock festival scene. Someone turned on a big flashlight and set it on top of the truck where four men and a young woman beat primitive sounds from the skins. This small group was a sub-culture of a sub-culture of the counter-culture. A minority of extremists who could let their hearts and minds go” . . .
Beyond rich descriptions, I found insight into complex human relationships:
“She didn’t care that she didn’t love him. He loved her. He made her feel alive and worth something. He gave her energy. She didn’t care that she gave nothing in return.”
For me, a “middle-aged-hippy-been-round” wannabe, the author's use of language was exciting. Not to be a spoiler, I picked quotes from early in the book . . . You must discover why everyone has Gone North!
(reviewed within a week of purchase)