Had lunch with my mother today. She had finished reading all but the last chapter and seemed reticent to say more. I assured her that her comments and impressions were helpful. She made her dimple get large and her bright blue eyes darted off as if weighing what she would share. “Well,” she paused, hand on her hip, “if you really want to know, I thought there was too much sex, too much drugs, and too much tacky real estate.”
I did ask.