This was a comforting novel wherein a search for the provenance of a wooden duck is essentially a metaphor for a search for the meaning of life - particularly one lived by a single woman over 40. The opening chapter describes how Laurie would escape her home - loving, but full of the noise … [Read more]
“It was really happening. She was in a closet, with her high school boyfriend, listening to a man talk to another man about an ill-gotten duck.”
Flying Solo by Linda Holmes






