＂Munro’s stories were born five decades ago in a small English village where children were seen and not heard, fathers were wacky, neighbors were snoopy, and maiden aunts were beautifully
crafted artifices. Her original stories, dolloped with characters reminiscent of those from her childhood, telling of domestic shenanigans and outings gone revealingly awry are written with
meticulous timing. Rich in details about the frailty and strength of the human spirit, her stories resonate with the truth of what is means to be human＂--
