Lint in Literature: Our Lady of the Forest by David Guterson

I've had the novel Our Lady of the Forest by David Guterson on my nightstand for years. I've been meaning to read it and when I found myself with no books to read, I pulled it out and started it.

The story is about a teenage girl whose run away from an abusive home life living in a tent in Washington state. One day she sees the Virgin Mary in the forest, who speaks to her. It's pretty interesting.

Last night I read this passage and smiled because there was lint:

Saturday night you can always attend. As well as twice on Sunday. The priest absentmindedly picked lint from his overcoat. So you went to the woods, he observed.

Quotes aren't used in this book, making the conversations just a tiny bid confusing occasionally, but I've gotten used to it.

Lint in Literature: The Watchmaker's Daughter by Sonia Taitz

I'm still reading The Watchmaker's Daughter by Sonia Taitz, and this memoir of a daughter of two Holocaust survivors is very good. 

 
Last night I read this passage and smiled because I'd get to share this bit of lint with you:

Will he greet my damp-faced, round-cheeked mother in her housedress, wearing pink kid shlurkes on her feet as she spreads the dust around with a lint cloth or boils up some exhausted white chicken?

This author candidly exposes her feelings growing up as the only daughter (she has an older brother) of a watchmaker. Her father was a craftsman who was allowed to live by repairing Nazi's watches in the Dachau concentration camp during the war. 

This book really has nothing to do with lint but has a lot to offer on the history of a family and what it means to be a the child of World War II Jewish parents.