Another sweet Sharon Creech book, though I wanted her to go a bit deeper. Until May, I had never met any mini donkeys, so I especially liked imagining Zoe’s minis Ricky and Ethel as babies.
“He and his parents hovered over each letter and postcard from Gus. They were hungry for his voice and his news, but he rarely phoned, didn’t write often, and his news was not elaborate. Life was “OK” or “ not too bad.” Once he said it was “great!” but he did not explain why it was great. The food was “OK” or “not too bad,” though one time he and his buddies had pizza. It was “great! “Not the biggest vocabulary,” Louie’s father observed.
It was a maddening thing about Nora, and about most people who did not say much. Louie rarely knew what they were thinking or even if they were thinking. Sometimes he wanted to bore a hole in their head and peer around inside. He felt as if he’d then be able to see what they were thinking. Maybe the words would be written across a large screen in their brains.
People who talk too much were also maddening to Louie. All those words pouring out of their mouth and gushing torrents: “blah blah blah blah blah blah did you know blah blah blah did you hear blah blah blah I felt blah blah blah I saw blah blah blah.” When he encountered someone like that, he wanted to put his fingers to his ears to shut out the noise, and at those times, he wished the talkers were more like the quiet people. Maybe he would rather know less, not more.