How could I not?
The first two sentences read, "I have a farm on a dead-end street in the ghetto. My back stairs are dotted with chicken turds."
I mean if that doesn't BEG further reading, what does?
Keep on keeping on-
S-
P.S. I would like to say, for the record, that I HAVE read a few non-farming books of late. I read Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout and I'm currently enjoying her newest novel: The Burgess Boys. And I have Kate Atkinson's Life After Life waiting in the wings.
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