The People In My House

Libby Henry unabashedly tells her story in this lively memoir set in central Kentucky. She rides her pony rough-shod through the lives of Earl and Beal, her parents, singing The Little Orange Bird. All Earl wants is some peace, hard to find with a daughter some fifty years his junior, with a croaky voice and coke bottle glasses perparing for a song and dance career, with a dash of fashion. Beal lives vicariously through Libby’s short-lived modeling career, her romances, and connections, pleased when she approves, and tending to the unhinged wihen not so pleased. Earl is still looking for peace, while weathering the car wrecks, the vacatons, and the unexpected in his home-life. And then there’s those trips to Lincoln county where Libby’s maternal grandfather is a big man in the community, a man of property who also owns the stockyard and is a deputy sheriff, though he hasn’t qutie caught up to the times and modernized his house with running water.

There’s the little old lady who shot me a dog once, Davy Crockett and Sam Houston make an appearance, and that bad man who got his head knocked into a wall by Earl. And darker times too, times of illness, loss, mortgage fraud and divorce. Libby shares all with an enduring sense of humor and a welcoming voice that draw you near and keep you turning pages.