Have you ever read a book where you annoy someone by constantly saying “listen to this” and you read them a sentence or a paragraph? If you are reading it alone, you want to find someone so you share a phrase or anecdote.
That’s how I feel with Happy All the Time by Laurie Colwin. I read a glowing retrospective review of her work in a recent issue of the New Yorker, and I managed to get a copy of Happy All the Time on interlibrary loan. It was published in 1978. I am loving it.
Colwin wrote a cooking column for Gourmet magazine, but she also wrote five novels and two collections of short stories. She died in 1992 at age 48.
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