Happy to hear your neighbor saved the fawn and now has a visitor!  I'm trying to remember which wildlife was getting into my mom's garden and munching. For some reason I think deer were getting in also (fenced area) because we used to joke about who we thought ate what overnight by the height. Grapes and berries were getting chowed down at levels too high for for some of the obvious critters we had living in and around the property and the deer are plentiful every year along with the wild turkeys, lol!~

From the NYT review:

The story is narrated in the caustic, breezy voice of Caelum Quirk, a high school English teacher living in Littleton, Colo.,who has an anger management problem and a tender heart. From the start, Caelum is unlucky and unhappy. Before the action even begins, he's been struggling to hold his third marriage together. (He and his wife, Maureen, separated and nearly divorced after he discovered she was having an affair and went after her lover with a wrench.) Things are at a standstill when Caelum is called back home to Connecticut, where the aunt who helped raise him is ailing; he gets to sit at her bedside just once before she dies. Taking a break from the funeral arrangements, he sees the name of the school where he teaches -- Columbine -- on the television news.

Maureen, a nurse at Columbine, is in the library when the shootings start and survives by hiding in a cabinet. But for her -- and for Caelum -- the ordeal is just beginning. Suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder and survivor's guilt, Maureen becomes addicted to Xanax. A move to Caelum's childhood home in Three Rivers, Conn. -- down the road from the women's prison founded by Caelum's great-grandmother -- doesn't help. Meanwhile, Caelum is wrestling with his own demons, including troubling childhood memories and startling revelations about his parents. From there, things only get worse.

Yet the novel isn't all misfortune. There are moments of levity -- detours into the history of Rheingold beer, an assessment of rock 'n' roll hits, a brief doughnut-­making tutorial -- and moments of salvation. It's part picaresque, part Russian novel, part mystery. Mostly, though, it resembles an evangelist's redemption narrative. And like any evangelist, Lamb is pitching more than a story: he wants to lead his readers to a larger (nondenominational) truth.

I started out not liking Bethenny too much, but I've come to start agreeing with her that Kelly is a bit off...

In a short time, I've come to really hate her "Hiiiiii..." - it's like fingernails on a chalkboard.

I have NE-bred friends who moved to Hawaii a while ago, and fled back to Vermont desperate for actual spring rather than perpetual summer.  Strikes me that it's easy to understand the deep resonance of the Resurrection for people in northern climates since we see it in front of our eyes every year.

Some of us beliveve that four seasons are a feature not a bug.