Last night I finished Elaine Dundy's The Dud Avocado, one of the books I picked up at Northshire Bookstore a couple weeks ago (which I'm tearing through). This book has come in and out of popularity since it was published in the late 1950s, and I can certainly see why it has hung around. It's a favorite of my good friend Sheila, and I asked her if, when she was overseas, that everyone called her Sally Jay Gorce (she said it had become a copyright issue). It's the story of SJG, a young woman living in Paris and her misadventures. It's funny, but there's also an essential truth in it as well that runs deeper. Highly recommended.
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