Not too long ago, I picked up a used copy of Graham Greene’s Travels with my Aunt at Green Apple. Just started reading it last night. The book is narrated by a retired bank manager who meets his aunt for the first time at his mother’s funeral. A taste from paragraph one:
Everyone thought me lucky, but I found it difficult to occupy my time. I have never married, I have always lived quietly, and, apart from my interest in dahlias, I have no hobby. For those reasons I found myself agreeably excited by my mother’s funeral.
And a note about The Year of Fog: It made the San Francisco Chronicle’s bestseller list this week. A chapter from The Year of Fog appears in the June issue of Family Circle, on the stands now.
