A review by margaretpinard
Cold Sassy Tree by Olive Ann Burns

3.0

+30 'but you didn't hear Granny complain about having to trim wicks, and fool with kerosene when other ladies could just pull a ceiling cord to get light'
+42 'what she called her word plants'--the wild flowers she planted bc they had names she liked. Creepin' Charlie, Lizzie run by the fence, love's a bustin', fetch me some icy cause Baby's got the croup...medicinal herbs she used in otions for sick folks: squaw weed, hepatica, goldenseal, ginseng for the brain, jewelweed for poison ivy rash, wolf milk for warts, and fleabane and pale bergamot, which Granny would rub on her ace and arms to keep off mosquitoes and gnats'
+136 'he was a cowboy, all right. i knew by the high-heeled, tooled-leather boots, the big white felt hat, and the pistol in a holster on his hip. When a Cold Sassy man carries a pistol, he straps it across his chest under his shirt and you don't see it. but even as i stood there holding his sweet and lonely words, i heard water going drip, drip, drip into the bathtub. I picked up the wrench a d changed the washer. Nobody was go'n say Campbell Williams was so sorry that he couldn't even fix a faucet. It was a small thing to do for somebody brave enough to put a pistol in his mouth and shoot' *choked up*
+327 'i wished so bad i could of known Uncle Camp for the past 3 years like I knew him now that he was dead'
-29 blocking joke i don't get about turning over so he can get his feet up to her stomach...