First cigars and gin topped the list. Then red meat, Cadillacs, coffee with caffeine, and sleeping late all began to edge toward extinction. Barbara Holland makes an impassioned defense of life's little pleasures in a book that will entertain diehard sinners, comfort the secretly licentious, and encourage those who just need a little nudge to abandon jogging and no-fat salad dressing.
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From Publishers Weekly
"Perhaps it's a good time to reconsider pleasure at its roots," declares Holland (Secrets of the Cat), introducing this collection of entertaining, genteel meditations. As the subtitle hints, the author, living in the Virginia countryside, is no sybaritic renegade but a woman who can find happiness in antinomies like "Working" and "Not Working," "Buying Things" and "Saving Money," and "Going Out" and "Staying In." She writes with conversational ease, and some observations linger: To the miserly, "a penny spent is a penny mourned"; mail is "one of life's small recurring pleasures"; sports, "unlike life, are played according to rules." Holland even reveals that she drives without using her seat belt. Illustrations.
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