There is a special connection, for better or worse, that threads a woman to her mother, and her mother’s mother. For Bess Kalb and her mom, it’s complicated. But with her late grandma, Bobby, it’s a love story that is both hilarious and heart-wrenching, imaginatively told through old voicemails and chapters with titles like: “Neiman Marcus Dressing Room, Palm Beach, Florida, 2010.” Kalb adopts Bobby’s voice to write in the second person, a risky exercise that she pulls off perfectly, and delightfully—this book had me howling during the darkest days of the pandemic—except for the few times it made me weep. “You’re my angel. I am you,” Kalb, as Bobby, tells herself. “You’re the body I left behind. I made sure of that. From the moment I met you, I never stopped telling you my stories, because nobody will write them but you.” — Michelle Ruiz https://thecamelliagarden.com/t-shirt/hvshirt-mai-1971-50-ans-excellence-edition-limited-star-t-shirt https://florakikyo.com.vn/myfrogtee/hvshir...
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