At one point in her agony poor Jennifer, perched upon her rock in the middle of nowhere wonders, "Who would be interested in the sour heart song of an insecure writer who might or might not be from another planet, advanced beyond Earth's brain waves?"|
Who? Well me for one, and getting more involved with each segment.
But that is Linda Shelnutt's specialty. Her descriptions, whether of sunbeams slicing through the curtains, or that delightful long dark hair brushed from Jennifer's face by the zephyrs of her rocky hideaway, put you right there with ALL your senses. I swear I'm a bit more tanned every time I spend a day with Jennifer on her solitary perch... thirsty too. It's DRY out there.
Now some people might be offended by this masterful "Build-A-Religion Erector set", but relax. Linda makes it very clear she is playing in a fantasy sandbox... combining what apparently are autobiographical details from her life with the many and fascinating 'what-if's' of a Way Of Living that if adopted would bring Heaven to Earth, and replace suffering with joy.
It's a fantasy all right... a giant, fulsome drumstick that benevolent, caring, creative minds of the rare caliber of this gifted writer enjoy chewing on.