“The gardener had a dread of small women; he’d always imagined them to have an anger disproportionate to their size.”
I love John Irving’s novels. Reading him is like eating candy in heaven. I’ve been trying to decide for 3 weeks which of his books is my favourite, and ended up choosing this one because of my memories of reading it on the beach at Misquamicut. I find that I remember the plot less than the beach, so I guess it’s time to pull it out again.