It's odd to think that a series of essays that work to subtly build an environmental ethic could be enjoyable, but in fact I quite often found myself laughing out loud. with passion and ferocity-a welcome change from many such environmental works which are as dry as the deserts they describe. If you've never read any of Ellen's work before, you're in for a real treat. Journeying through these pages was thus a very intimate experience for me: full of sadness at the memory of a lost friend laughter at the ridiculousness of Ellen's quirky passages joy at the opportunity to hear her voice once again and wonder at the beauty of her writing. Needless to say, her death hit us rather hard-hard enough that, though she gave me The Anthropology of Turquoise on my birthday in 2003, it took me until mid-2007 to begin reading it. Ellen was a close friend of my family's for many years-in fact, my father had lunch with her only a few weeks before her sudden passing in 2004 at the age of 58.
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