Lake Wobegon summer 1956 Book

3.5, really. While reading this novel, I could not help but snicker at many of the representations of characters populating this story. Too many of them were true...perhaps that is the genius of this comedic journey of storytelling. Then again, perhaps the comedy of this tale should be looked upon in a different light, a light filtered through malaise. Ultimately, it does not matter if one reads this story through either perspective. What matters is the notion that we all are searching for our path through this kaleidoscope we call life. Sometimes the path is easy; sometimes the path is rough. 1956. 1976. 1996. 2016. Each generation thinks they had it worse. Unfortunately, no one seems to realize that we are all spinning on the same blue dot, recycling the good and bad that have come before us.

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