Essays are, for me, comfort reading.
I write them for that very same reason. Essays have long been my first writing love.
There have been periods of time when I just simply have not had enough sense to read a novel.
These have been periods of stress when I've been concerned about loved ones and can't seem to hold a thought in my head for long without worries nudging it aside.
And there are times when I've been sitting on a deck, or on the beach, watching the waves and all I want is a little literary comfort to go along with the peace I'm feeling.
Now seems to be a time for essays.
It's not just a cookbook (although it can stand alone as one that cooks and cookbook aficionados would love). It's full of some of the most delicious essays written with the pure poetry that you would expect from Pat Conroy.
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