The Correspondent by Virginia Evans is a very sad book about Sybil, a very old and depressing woman (younger than I am, so I don’t cut her any slack) and her family, including her divorced husband, her somewhat wimpy grandson, a distant son and daughter, and their even-more-distant spouses. The book is in the rather old-fashioned format of letters exchanged between Sybil, these relatives, and a few other people from her past. Sybil had been a very accomplished lawyer, which makes her current state yet more depressing.
For reasons I don’t know, my granddaughter Alice received two copies of The Correspondent for her birthday so she left one for me. Her birthday was not at all depressing, so to cheer things up, here’s are some birthday weekend photos:
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| Alice’s birthday cake from a lovely bakery we had not tried. |
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| Evelyn and Tom (visiting from Fairfax) made crab-cakes. |
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| Sushi! |
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| Alice and Tom and dumplings and tuna sashimi. |
Wow, that’s a lot more cheerful. I don’t think I’ll bother to review the book after all.
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