“How about Ken Kesey?” Josephine suggested. “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest? That book meant a lot to me in high school. I think you all might really like it.” Sammy frowned. “Well, why don’t you read Slaughterhouse Five to a roomful of cattle.” Sam shook her head. “You’ll have to excuse my best friend. She only reads the covers of great books.”
