A review by born2frolic
Play It as It Lays by Joan Didion

5.0

“I concentrate on the way light would strike filled Mason jars on a kitchen windowsill. I lie here in the sun-light, watch the hummingbird. This morning I threw the coins in the swimming pool, and they gleamed and turned in the water in such a way that I was almost moved to read them. I refrained.
One thing in my defense, not that it matters: I know something Carter never knew, or Helene, or maybe you. I know what "nothing" means, and keep on playing.
Why, BZ would say.
Why not, I say.”