a reviewer in the "san francisco chronicle" said this about judy budnitz's book, "nice big american baby":
"reading budnitz's stories is like experiencing the exhilaration of flight with the
queasiness of vertigo. she can take you to new heights, but don't expect a comfortable ride."
while this may be a good assessment of the book, it's also an apt description of your immediate future, cancerian.
according to my analysis of the astrological omens, you will be veering back and forth between feelings akin to a rapturous flying dream and a dizzying free fall. don't worry: there'll be a mostly happy ending, even if you feel a bit seasick as you arrive in the winner's circle.
ach so.
danke, rob breszny.
