Book : Truck A Love Story (p.s.) - Perry, Michael

-Titulo Original : Truck A Love Story (p.s.)

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Harper Perennial

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“A touching and very funny account. . . . Thoroughly engaging.”-New York TimesHilarious and heartfelt, Truck: A Love Story is the tale of a man struggling to grow his own garden, fix his old pickup, and resurrect a love life permanently impaired by Neil Diamond. In the process, he sets his hair on fire, is attacked by wild turkeys, and proposes marriage to a woman in New Orleans. The result is a surprisingly tender testament to love.“Part Bill Bryson, part Anne Lamott, with a skim of Larry the Cable Guy and Walt Whitman creeping around the edges.”-Lincoln Journal Star“Perry takes each moment, peeling it, seasoning it with rich language, and then serving it to us piping hot and fresh.”-Chicago Tribune Review “A reminder, by a talent of the hinterlands, to celebrate small-town life and to treasure human relationships.” - Kirkus Reviews“The deer-hunting, truck-loving Michael Perry has the soul of a poet.” - Chicago Tribune Books About the Author Michael Perry is a humorist, radio host, songwriter, and the New York Times bestselling author of several nonfiction books, including Visiting Tom and Population: 485, as well as a novel, The Jesus Cow. He lives in northern Wisconsin with his family and can be found online at sneezingcow . Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Truck: A Love StoryBy Michael PerryHarperCollins Publishers, Inc.Copyright © 2007 Michael PerryAll right reserved.ISBN: 9780060571184Chapter OneI have the hots for Irma Harding. I wish I might couch my desire in more decorous terms, but when our gazes lock, the tickles in my tummy are frankly hormonal. My feelings are beyond ridiculous and destined to remain profoundly unrequited, but I draw a wisp of comfort from the fact that I am not squandering my libidinous yearnings on some flighty young hottie. Irma Harding radiates brightness and strength. She furthermore appears to have good posture. As a younger man, I would not have looked twice at Irma Harding.As a younger man, I was a fool.A man learns to tune his sensibilities. Consider the eyes. Your callow swain will be galvanized by coquetry and flash; your full-grown man is taken more by the nature of the gaze. A powerful womans eyes are charged not by color but by intent. The strong woman does not look at you, the strong woman regards you. Irmas gaze is frank, with a crinkle of humor at the crease of each eye. She knows what she is looking for, and she knows what she is looking at. She has a plan, and should she encounter events for which she lacks a plan, she will change gears without fuss.In the one picture I have of her, Irma is grinning. The grin is well short of goofy, but it does pull a little more to one side than the other. Her lips are full and gracious, although some might suggest she back the lipstick down a shade. Her teeth are white and strong. The left upper incisor is the tiniest tad off plumb, but as with the faintly lopsided grin, the net effect is to make her more human, more desirable. Irmas grin is an implication, the implication being that while she would never tell a naughty joke, she would quite happily laugh at one.Irma is the product of a time when a woman-even a strong woman-strove mostly and above all to please her husband. There is a danger here, a danger that you will form an image in your head of Irma as a servile drone. Look at those eyes again. They are the eyes of a woman who willingly mixes an after-work highball for hubby, but when she delivers the tumbler it is snugged in a napkin wrapped tight as a boot camp bedspread, and hubby will not underestimate the consequences pending should Irma later discover a water ring on the end table. He will droop home slack-tied and gray from the desk-job day, and she will meet him at the door crisp as a celery stick, her cheeks bright, her backbone straight. She will kiss him and take his briefcase, but he will be left to fetch his own slippers. When he settles