Delightful and succint insights and reflections from a woman reaching her late 80s. She has a positive outlook, intentionally so, accepting of the dwindling energy and appetites of age, but finding plenty still to take satisfaction in. If anything, she’s inclined to be a bit complacent or indulgent of her lot (smug, she says) but her poised and spirited phrases and descriptions are a joy: arresting, stimulating, and comforting in their graceful and candid delineation of our common humanity. The prose has a lush feel, and yet is ultimately rather thin in that not much really takes hold (as I was able to note on an almost-immediate reread, returning for more depth than was actually to be found). But dipping in to any page will bring pleasure. ( )

Pleasant enough but unessential. ( )

Original "Somewhere towards the end"

C'è in excel con padrone Grazia. una sola data 12/12/2012, nascita del cataloto L.B.. Con una nota, del 15/12/13, che dice: "Rinaldo dice di averlo preso lui"

I really enjoyed this. I'm 72 with asthma and the corianus virus is coming. I have enjoyed my life and am hoping for more time. ( )