![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() And it's a little embarrassing to be brought up short by a fictional sheep. What pushes it past a breezy read is that every once in a while a sheep will look at something a certain way, or say something in a sheepy way, or something will happen and be interpreted by the sheep in a completely odd way, and the reader will feel that maybe humans aren't as smart as we like to think we are, because darn it, that sheep is right. Three Bags Full is what I would call a pleasant read, but it's not something to just breeze through. But perhaps my clue should have been that nagging restlessness I felt when doing dishes (I did get some things done), wondering what would become of the sheep, and worrying that one of them would find himself too close to the butcher for comfort, or under the not-so-loving care of a villain. I didn't feel like I was barreling through it. The reason this surprises me so much is that I hadn't really thought of Three Bags Full as being a gripping read. and very little of it got done, because this book did. And I had other things to do that day, like dishes, and gathering garbage, and general tidying, and running errands, and. As I've mentioned in a few places, I had not planned to finish this book so quickly. ![]()
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