I just finished reading Summerland again, this time aloud. A simply amazing book, even if a lot of it was over the heads of my audience.
Baseball, American folklore, good vs evil, love — between fathers and sons, fathers and daughters, friends and even the grudging admiration and affection of friends who can’t admit it — and life, it’s all in there. I fall in love with Jennifer T. Rideout each time, and hope for the redemption of the worst ballplayer in the history of Clam Island, Washington, even as I know he will come through.