![]() ![]() My grandma survived into her nineties as well and must have had a ribbon of steel at the core of her. My grandma was in her late seventies then and was nothing like Hagar Shipley, the ninetysomething narrator of The Stone Angel. What I recall most vividly about my teenage response to the book was that, after reading it, I never looked at my grandma quite the same way again. The novel has retained all of its power for me, and this time around I had the added pleasure of being better equipped to understand the source of that power. What if it fell flat for me so many years later? I need not have worried. ![]() I welcomed the opportunity to reread it when it was voted this month’s selection by the Slaves of Golconda, but I was a bit nervous as well. I was fifteen when I first read Margaret Laurence’s The Stone Angel and it made an enormous impression on me. ![]()
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