I enjoyed the writing style of this author, and I liked the characters, but the story seemed to be a bit disjointed. Feisty but compassionate, the aging Rose is a generous companion for the floundering young woman. Does anyone ever have a happy childhood? I read this book a few years ago. The two main characters are Ruth, a young woman trying to find her place in the world,and Rose, a fiesty 80-year-old who gets still works for a living even though she is dying from cancer. She elopes with the stereo salesman, settling into a domestic routine of loud music, beer for breakfast and a steady diet of peanut butter nabs. An uncreased spine with very light edge rubbings.
She leaves her pathetic family too and heads on her way for a new life, not sure where she'll end up. Does anyone ever have a happy childhood? Ruth thinks she has found her ticket out of Tennessee by eloping with a stereo salesman, but soon he gets religion, and Ruth leaves. The problem is that once you have gotten your nifty new product, the some days there s pie l andis catherine gets a brief glance, maybe a once over, but it often tends to get discarded or lost with the original packaging. I do remember enjoying it and thought it was a good read. Although it's a pretty lightweight read, one can't help but like the two main characters.
Technically, she grew up on Signal Mountain just outside of Chattanooga. There are funny little Southern sayings and lore galore. The friendship of these two women sets Ruth on the right path. She likes to run and hike and read a lot. I passed a couple of gas stations, a 7-Eleven, a bank, and a post office before reaching the main part of town, where crowds of people were dressed in shorts and golf shirts, their children wearing T-shirts that said Hilton Head and Grand Caymen Island and Ski Aspen. I think everyone should read it.
They are supportive of one another and complement one another. I bought this book on a whim because my childhood friend who lives in Springfield, Mo and I had just decided to meet annually, mid-way between our homes and have a piece of pie, someday. The relationship between the young, somewhat lost heroine and her elderly mentor completely charmed me. I thought the middle was sort of disjointed but I loved the ending. What you expected to find in a place like Durwood's was a potbellied stove in the middle of the floor, where men and near-men gathered to commiserate over the state of the world or the state of their lives, sometimes without words, just a look between fellows who know you and know what you mean. They acted as if she were already dead.
She invents herself completely different from who she really is. An enjoyable, thought-provoking and light read. She has raised two daughters. But they had a constructive friendship and enabled each other to be a little better. Catherine Landis was born in Birmingham, Alabama but grew up in Chattanooga. This novel teaches some important lessons about life and paints a movie picture of friendship. It reminded me that all is not what it appears at first look and that those who have walked the road ahead of us have much to teach us.
I used to imagine my daddy in a place like that. Rose is an old newspaper woman and Ruth is a too-young-married trying to make sense of it all. I knew Marianne Johnson, a girl from school who was killed in a head-on collision with a lumber truck when she was sixteen. Unsentimental women who spurn birthday cakes, heaven and everlasting love, both are runaways from true believers—Ruth, for example, is escaping her churchy husband, Chuck, who had helped her leave a mother wedded to despair. I gave it 3 stars for the simple fact that Ms Landis has some good quotable lines in the book, namely from where the title comes from. The pie of the title is fried pie and it refers to the fact that the lady who made them sold them in the hardware store, only when she felt like it. They were buying corncob pipes and bird feeders and wooden bear statuettes with Mount Claire burned into their sides.
I found her lying on the roll-away in Room 12 of the Little Swiss Inn in Mount Claire, North Carolina. As a matter of fact Ruth is pretty tough and kind of talks out of the side of her mouth. It seems Ruth just drifts from place to place, not really giving anyone a chance to know her. This one wasn't quite what I was expecting. I did not care what she wore or how she kept her house, but I hated that other people did. This is a first novel and out of the South.
She eats nothing before getting into her small, white car, the envy of those of us who did not get cars for our sixteenth birthday. Wells; Navigational Error-Steve Tymon; Devonshire's Song-Matt Graham; A Martian Oddity- Weaver Wright; Love -Richard Wilson; The Golden Pyamid-Sam Moskowitz; The Biography Project-Horace L. Eventually, Ruth repays Rose by snatching her from a loving but smothering daughter, Carol, a nurse who wants Rose to quit smoking, take her pills and die by the book. Landis and her family moved to Augusta, Georgia, after that, where she had her first child. Quirkiness is a great characteristic of Southern lit, but I couldn't help but feel like the author was trying just a little too hard to be quirky. Sometimes I wanted to shake her.
When Ruth faints from hunger at a North Carolina five-and-dime, Rose, a feisty elderly re Ruth Ritchie elopes with a stereo salesman, thinking that she has found her ticket out of Summerville, Tennessee where her future means selling pies at Durwood's Hardware. It's a place a little like Summerville in Some Days There's Pie, her first novel. It moves kind of slowly in places, and the plot is minimal, but the characters are interesting, and I liked this look into their lives. It was not hot in Mount Claire. Although it's a pretty lightweight read, one can't help but like the two main characters. In another small, Southern town she meets Rose, an older woman dying of lung cancer and through her, does Ruth blossom.
As for Rose's house, if I had suggested we straighten it up, she would have looked at me as if I'd gone crazy. I used to imagine he would wink at me from across the store as if right there in Durwood's was where we belonged. Pages are intact and are not marred by notes or highlighting, but may contain a neat previous owner name. Her mother is a grim woman who irons other people's clothes for a living and her father disappeared when she was born. Landis does a fine job of rendering these memorable characters, two iconoclasts on a quest to live big until they die.