The title grabbed my attention. The first chapter promised a geriatric romp, in a small southern town, amongst three close friends and their pets. But, Phennah’s novel lost me when those pets started having conversations. Who knew cats could type? Huh? An alleged sexual assault of a minor was dropped in the middle of the novel. Why? The resolution of the court trial was disappointing. If there was a “glimmer” it was the three friends supporting one another, with a lot of pastries, as they tackled the difficulties of aging. I wish Phennah had developed the character, Irene, who owned a sex shop (she seemed interesting). Oh well, better luck choosing my next read.
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