TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME, JUNIE MOON by Marjorie Kellogg

TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME, JUNIE MOON

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KIRKUS REVIEW

Once upon a time right now there was a paraplegic (Warren, shot in the back by his friend) and a young man Arthur (with a fatally progressive nervous disease) and Junie Moon (whose face had been brutally disfigured by a lover) who met in a state hospital. In their misery loves company, they decided to go and live together and the welfare people released them--to a house with a big banyan tree with an owl watching over them. . . ""Freaksville. . . . Don't it just get you where you live."" It just might, because this sick, sad, sweet fairytale has that essential quality of hope which makes life livable for people like this and bearable for others--somewhere, somehow, there will be something? Of course it is love, the love of Arthur for Junie Moon and of Marlo, the fish man, who sends them all on a vacation in his truck, and. . . and. . . and. . . . Invested with a kind of innocence and a humor which is gently askew, this is a very special book, and not at all morbid.

Pub Date: Oct. 4th, 1968
Publisher: Farrar, Straus & Giroux