Winner, winner, chicken dinner!
Well slap my chaps and call me cowboy but I did enjoy this book. The language is lively, rooted in smalltown America and so contagious that it unzipped my British zipper. Granny, the 76 year old writer of the secret ‘second’ diary is an endearing character. Anyone familiar with the ageing process will recognize both the obsessions with bodily functions and the devious methods to elude protective constraints. Granny’s self-deprecating humour is irresistible and her homespun wisdom captures ‘essence of Granny’ with all the best aspects of traditional roles.
Like any family, this one has its secrets, alliances, rivalries and old bitterness. Through Granny’s diaries and the interwoven narrative from the viewpoint of a loving grand-daughter, we uncover surprises from the past and understand what led to present stand-offs. Thanks to Granny, festering wounds are opened and healing becomes possible. Warm and positive without being sentimental, ‘The Second Diary’ lets us inside Granny’s practical acceptance of sadness and death. There is an everyday kind of courage here, worthy of respect and love.
I felt swamped by the information at the start on family members and their backgrounds; I’d have rather found out gradually about each one. However, once I’d got past that, the story read smoothly. I loved the humour and the language. In short, ‘Winner, winner, chicken dinner’!