I regret giving up on Barbara Kingsolver's The Lacuna, but I have done so. I’ll lay the blame on the unpleasant medical events of the past month and store the book with thoughts of giving it another try. I did have hopes for it. Phil’s reading group gave it high marks, and I’ve liked several they did. But my history with Kingsolver’s work has not been great. I read one of her early works—Pigs in Heaven, I think—but was not impressed. Years later a friend forced The Poisonwood Bible on me, and, much to my surprise, I loved it. I was ready to give her another try. Perhaps someday both the spirit and the flesh will be willing and I’ll have yet another go at The Lacuna.
