The Tall Pine Polka

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Overview

In the small town of Tall Pine, Minnesota, at the Cup O’Delight Cafe, the townsfolk gather for what they call the Tall Pine Polka, an event in which heavenly coffee, good food, and that feeling of being alive among friends inspires both body and soul to dance. There’s the cafe owner, the robust and beautiful Lee O’Leary, who escaped to the northwoods from an abusive husband; Miss Penk and Frau Katt, the town’s only lesbian couple (“Well, we’re za only ones who admit it.”); Pete, proprietor of the Shoe Shack, who ...
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Overview

In the small town of Tall Pine, Minnesota, at the Cup O’Delight Cafe, the townsfolk gather for what they call the Tall Pine Polka, an event in which heavenly coffee, good food, and that feeling of being alive among friends inspires both body and soul to dance. There’s the cafe owner, the robust and beautiful Lee O’Leary, who escaped to the northwoods from an abusive husband; Miss Penk and Frau Katt, the town’s only lesbian couple (“Well, we’re za only ones who admit it.”); Pete, proprietor of the Shoe Shack, who spends nights crafting beautiful shoes to present to Lee, along with his declarations of love; Mary, whose bad poetry can clear out the cafe in seconds flat; and, most important of all, Lee’s best friend, Fenny Ness, a smart and sassy twenty-two-year-old going on eighty.

When Hollywood rolls into Tall Pine to shoot a movie, and a handsome musician known as Big Bill appears on the scene, Lee and Fenny find their friendship put to the test, as events push their hearts in unexplored directions—where endings can turn into new beginnings. . . .

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
“Lorna Landvik has created a hilarious cast of characters. Join them at the Cup O’Delight Cafe for a good time.”
—FANNIE FLAGG

“ENDEARING . . . THIS IS A VERY FUNNY BOOK . . . It is to Landvik’s credit that comedy and tragedy blend seamlessly. . . . There is music in this story.”
USA Today

“A BIG, BOISTEROUS NOVEL THAT RARELY STOPS TO CATCH ITS BREATH . . . Landvik’s bittersweet humor and affectionate sense of place may remind readers of Fannie Flagg’s Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistlestop Cafe. . . . Both ladies can render even minor characters vividly three-dimensional on a flat page.”
Minneapolis Star Tribune

“Forget about Lake Wobegone. Hands down the small town of choice is Tall Pine.”
Library Journal

“Landvik has small-town life down to a T. . . . [Her] strength has been in developing rich, unusual, and memorable characters. This book is no exception. . . . Give The Tall Pine Polka a whirl.”
The Gazette (Colorado Springs)

“Off-kilter characters with grit and humor populate this delightfully quirky novel. . . . So vivid and lively are Landvik’s characters, readers will wish they could jump in the car and go find Cup O’Delight, settle in at the counter, and join a high-energy jam session. This is another down-home winner for Landvik.”
Booklist

“[A] swift-moving romp . . . Having previously created beguiling characters in Patty Jane’s House of Curl and Your Oasis on Flame Lake, Landvik invites readers to belly up to the counter and join the regulars sipping coffee at the Cup O’Delight Cafe . . . [The Tall Pine Polka] is good-natured and zooms along, fueled by zany Minnesota energy.”
Publishers Weekly

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Having previously created beguiling characters in Patty Jane's House of Curl and Your Oasis on Flame Lake, Landvik invites readers to belly up to the counter and join the regulars sipping coffee at Cup O'Delight Caf in Tall Pine, Minn. In this swift-moving romp, Lee O'Leary, the Cup O'Delight owner, is a 210-lb., 40-year-old redhead who fetched up in this north woods tourist town three years ago while fleeing her abusive stockbroker husband. Lee's coffee shop is the daily rendezvous for idiosyncratic locals: shoemaker Pete, suffering unrequited love for Lee; Mary Gore, famous for her bad poetry; Slim, the barking 'Nam vet; and lesbian couple Frau Katte and Miss Penk. When Hollywood invades Tall Pine, the eccentric population triples. Location scouts for a grade-B flick, Ike and Inga, find their perfect leading lady in the book's central figure, 22-year-old Fenny Ness. Ever since her adventurous parents died in an accident in Belize, Fenny has run the local bait and craft shops. Fenny is reluctant, but her friends persuade her to take the Hollywood plunge. Lacking guile or malice, plainspoken Fenny transforms the Hollywood types, standing up to a tyrannical director, flooring more than one nasty talk-show host, and making life-long friends of the other actors. Meanwhile, Fenny struggles to win and keep the man she loves: Big Bill, a half-Polynesian, half-Chippewa musician and athlete, who floats into town to reconnect with his Indian heritage and stirs up romantic rivalries between Fenny and Lee. The endless nattering of Landvik's locals (the tale is told mostly in dialogue) doesn't add up to much in terms of character development, but the lengthy novel is good-natured and zooms along, fueled by zany Minnesota energy. Literary Guild and Doubleday Book Club selection; 8-city author tour. (Sept.) Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Landvik's third effort (Your Oasis on Flame Lake, 1997, etc.) has an appealingly wacky frolic to it but induces groans when it strives for serious insight. The far outpost of Tall Pines, Minnesota, is a whirlwind of romance, violence, and minor characters who are downright weird. Fenny, for openers, was born to adventuring parents, who were constantly perplexed by her lack of bravado. When she was 19 (three years ago), they died in a freak accident in Belize (truck, tandem bicycle). In her grief, Fenny began to hang out at Cup O'Delight, a café owned by Lee, the red-haired and queen-sized heiress who came to Tall Pines fleeing an abusive marriage. Other locals include a Vietnam vet who vocalizes like a dog (post-traumatic stress) and a pair of art-collecting lesbians (one black, with a blond beehive; the other Swiss, with an annoying accent and a fez). While scouting locations, a Hollywood scriptwriter spies the fetching Fenny, and before you know it she's starring in a local shoot. When Big Bill saunters into town—tall, dark, and handsome—both Lee and Fenny fall in love with him and a pas de trois ensues. Meanwhile, Pete, a humble shoemaker, is in love with Lee. Unable to tell her, he secretly makes "shoes of love" for her. Just as he's about to speak the truth and give her the shoes, Lee's deranged ex-husband bursts into the Cup O'Delight and starts a shooting spree. Pete takes a bullet and dies saving Lee. The shooting disperses everyone else and brings about several ham-handed epiphanies. Eventually, Bill finds himself in a quickie wedding and the father of a love child, but not with the same woman. And Fenny learns that she's brave after all! Happiness andchuckles all around. Not dull, even amusing at times. But with its soap-opera dialogue and just-add-water characters, it will chafe with wanting more. (Author tour)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780449003701
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/29/2001
  • Series: Reader's Circle Series
  • Edition description: First Trade Paperback Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 464
  • Sales rank: 240,356
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 1.05 (d)

Meet the Author

Lorna Landvik is also the author of the bestselling Your Oasis on Flame Lake and Patty Jane's House of Curl. She has worked as an actor, a comedian, and a speed typist in the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics. She lives with her husband, two daughters, and their dog, Petunia.

From the Hardcover edition.

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Chapter 1

Two thousand miles from Hollywood, California, Fenny Ness would have preferred any sort of date with Destiny to the one she was on now.

She was ice-skating on the frozen surface of Tall Pine Lake with Craig Asper, who, when he wasn’t falling, was trying to get Fenny to invest in his motivational tapes business.

“I get letters from guys who were on the brink of bankruptcy,” he was saying, taking Fenny’s arm as he wobbled on the ice. “Knowing that we helped them not only get back on their feet but ignited their earning power is really satisfying—makes you sort of understand how Albert Schweitzer and those other humanitarian guys felt.”

It had taken Fenny a while to understand that the many stupid things Craig Asper said were not jokes; that he did think his “Strike While It’s Hot and Earn!” tapes could perhaps save the world, or at least those interested in lighting a match to their earning power.

“Why do you make so many references to fire?” Fenny had asked earlier in the Northlands Inn dining room. This was a young man whose main interest, when she knew him at Bemidji State, had been beer, not blazes.

“Because fire is energy,” said Craig, gazing into the table’s candle flame with what Fenny thought was an interest bordering on pyromania. “Fire is power. The sun is a ball of fire and without the sun we’d die.”

Fenny waited a moment for further elaboration, but there was none, and she made the first of many surreptitious glances at her wristwatch. Fortunately, she hadn’t brought a swimsuit, so she had a good excuse for declining his invitation to take an after-dinner dip in the Jacuzzi and suggested they go ice-skating instead.

“You can rent skates from the hotel,” she said.

“Great,” said Craig, with none of his usual salesman’s enthusiasm.

Right in the middle of his lecture on buying real estate with no money down, Craig took approximately his tenth fall.

“Enough of this Hans Brinker shit,” he said, rubbing his tailbone. “Let’s go back to the lodge and have a drink.”

“Go ahead,” said Fenny. “I’m just going to skate a little longer.”

Craig Asper shrugged. “However you get your jollies.”

Fenny watched as he stumbled in his skates up the wooden walkway to the small trailer the hotel had set up as a warming house and returned the wave he gave her just before he opened the door. Then, in the long clean strides she’d been unable to use while holding up the wobbly entrepreneur, she skated around the shoveled rink and then skated around it again, backward.

“She’s fast,” said a little boy, who on double-bladed training skates was making his way around the rink with his mother. He was right; Fenny was fast, and without the burden of Craig Asper on her arm, she felt she could almost fly.

The Rainy River cuts an aquatic border between Minnesota and Ontario, Canada, and situated on the south bank of this river was Tall Pine. It was an aptly named town, one that inspired tourists to remember poems they had memorized in junior high school (“This is the forest primeval . . .”) and to send postcards with scribbled exclamations: “It’s like Hal and I have been set down in the Christmas tree farm of Paul Bunyan!”

International Falls, at thirty miles to the east, and Baudette, at forty miles to the west, were the nearest metropolises, and it was there that the citizens of Tall Pine did their bulk supermarket and clothes shopping, where they got their driver’s licenses renewed and their backs adjusted.

When Sigrid Ness’s mother died, she and her husband, Wally, returned to Tall Pine for what they thought would be a two-week stay, long enough to bury Lena Nordstrom and take care of her affairs.

The couple hadn’t been to their native Tall Pine since their wedding, having spent their entire married life in pursuit of international travel.

Sig was boxing up fishing lures in the general store/bait shop that had been in her family for over fifty years when Alma Forslund, a friend of her mother’s, had come in and told Sig how happy she was to see Lena’s daughter in the shop again and when was the blessed event?

“Blessed event?” said Sig, thinking for a moment that the woman was referring to the upcoming close-out sale.

Alma patted her own tummy. “It’s sort of a sixth sense of mine. I can tell when an egg’s incubating—even before the hen knows what hit her.”

The doctor who had brought Sig into the world confirmed her pregnancy.

“I’d say you’re about two months along.”

Sig merely stared at him, as if she had just been told she’d won a lottery that she thought was no longer being held.

After sixteen years of a childless marriage, Sigrid and Wally Ness assumed it wasn’t in their cards to bear fruit and multiply, and now, having conceived, they realized they were dealing from a whole new deck.

“So what about Belize?” Sig asked Wally, referring to the place that was next on their agenda.

“What about it?”

“Well, I know people have babies all over the world, but I’d like to have mine here.”

Wally took his wife in his arms. “I am so glad you said that. I want to stay here and have the baby, too. I think it’s time we settled down.”

“You don’t have to sound so apologetic,” said Sig, laughing. “I think we should settle down, too.”

Still holding one another, they laughed, in the delighted way of a long-married couple that finds they still can surprise one another.

Throughout Sig’s pregnancy, she and Wally worked on reconfiguring Nordstrom’s General Goods & Bait into two separate stores. They sold Lena’s drafty Victorian house in town and moved into the log house that Wally had inherited from his long-dead parents.

“We’re not settling down permanently,” said Sig, who with an upside-down mop dusted years of cobwebs tatted into the corners of the ceilings.

“Absolutely not,” said Wally. The couple felt a need to reassure one another that they weren’t giving up adventure, only embarking on a slightly different kind.

“Birds’ nest,” said Sig resolutely. “But they still fly.”

Wally nodded. “I don’t see any clipped wings around here.”

Fenny (her given name, Honoria, was dropped when as a toddler she had made her parents laugh and declared, “Me Fenny”) was soon to experience her parents’ wanderlust when at three weeks of age she was loaded up in the Dodge van and taken on a holiday trip through the Southwest. She spent her first Christmas at a campground outside Carlsbad, New Mexico, being rocked in front of an aspen-wood fire as a big-voiced woman from Tenafly led campers through peppy versions of “Good King Wenceslas” and “O Holy Night.”

Sig and Wally were thrilled at her arrival, but they felt the major concession—staying in Tall Pine and giving their child stability—had been made and that few other concessions in their active lives were necessary. Conversely, Fenny was included in everything. As an infant, strapped onto her mother’s back while Sig and Wally cross-country skied deep into the woods, she watched moonlight fall like blueing liquid across the snow; at six months of age, cradled in a life jacket between seats, she took her first boat ride.

The Ness family home was two miles outside Tall Pine proper, a log house whose front door faced a lake and whose back door was just yards away from a forest.

Fenny thrived there. By age six, she knew how to bait a hook and cast a fishing line, how to tie a slipknot, how to dive off the dock Wally had built. She could tell which trees belonged to the spruce family and which to the pine; she knew how to roll up a sleeping bag into a tight, neat cylinder and how to get her bearings by finding the North Star in a sky overwhelmed with pinpoints of light.

In the summer, the Ness family sat fishing until sunset striped the sky with colors, the water gently slapping the sides of the boat as orange darkened into red and red bled into dusk. In the spring, when the last of the ice gave way in big chunks, Fenny stood between her parents, watching vees of geese return from their winter vacations.

They roasted chestnuts and popped corn in campfires by Tall Pine Lake, they pitched tents in forest clearings, they carried lanterns through a frosty night to rescue a baby wolf trapped in the burlap sacks that covered the tomato plants.

When marooned inside, the Nesses’ idea of entertainment was not sitting in front of a television set (which they did not own) but holding contests in birdcalling (Sig always won—she could give a lonely loon hope), knot tying, and target practice. Sig and Wally were not hunters, both disliking the taste of game; target practice for them was more a test of skill and hand-eye coordination.

Once Lars Larson, a hunting and fishing guide and their nearest neighbor, stopped by to find Wally, Sig, and Fenny perched in three corners of the living room, casting fishing lines at a Maxwell House coffee can in the middle of the room.

“Anything biting?” he asked, scratching the back of his broad, blond head.

The Nesses had kept the bait part of Nordstrom’s General Goods & Bait and expanded on it, turning it into Wally’s Bait & Camp. It smelled of fish and worms, the hardware of new rods and reels, tent canvas and the sweat and funk of canoeists who had stopped by to share their stories after weeks spent exploring Lake of the Woods or Rainy Lake or any of the other dozens nearby.

In the summer, for fifty cents per fish, Wally cleaned the catches of neophyte fishermen and -women whom he had, hours earlier, outfitted with bait and bobs and advice on where to find biting northern and walleye pike. It was a profitable sideline, and Fenny was often called upon to help; she could scale and gut a five-pound muskie in under two minutes.

On the other side of the thick wallboard that separated the two stores was Sig’s Place, home to the craftwork of northern arti- sans. There were crocheted tablecloths; agate earrings; hand-knit sweaters patterned with reindeer and snowflakes; jars of potpourri, their fragrances dark and smelling of lake country; butter-soft moccasins, tanned, beaded, and stitched by Mae Little Feather (the most talented of her contributors but also the crabbiest); framed needlepoint samplers, their stitches immeasurably tiny; wool blankets; and patchwork quilts.

The only thing that wobbled the integrity of Sig’s Place, as far as its proprietor was concerned, was a table in the northwest corner on which perched handiwork of the church circle women. Sig had been loath to open the shop to amateurs, but she grew tired of the pressure from Benevolent Father’s Lutheran Church (known locally as B.F.), of which she was a member.

“Surely you’re aware of the reservoir of talent in our congregation,” said Gloria Murch, wife of the pastor.

Sig said no, she wasn’t aware of any such reservoir, but when Gloria had an idea, she held on to it like a pit bull and soon Sig was besieged by doodads and gimcracks and ornaments that oozed driblets of hard and opaque Elmer’s glue.

Serious customers ignored what Sig referred to as the Junk Table, but the churchwomen bought each other’s handiwork, so Sig could be certain that even a Nativity scene made of dyed Q-Tips or the bas-relief map of Minnesota constructed of multicolored macaroni shells would eventually sell.

Running their own businesses, which they did with Fenny’s help (it was she who made the stores’ bank deposits, who washed the windows until they shone, who dusted and arranged merchandise, swept and waxed floors; she who double-checked invoices, who knew when to order rods and reels, and how to bargain with Mae Little Feather without losing her shirt), engaged the Nesses, but certainly not like their passion: travel. They indulged this passion domestically (they didn’t consider Canada, right across the river, a foreign country) throughout Fenny’s childhood, taking yearly trips to far-off states during the winter, and countless weekend camping trips throughout the year.

Fenny was a cheerful and able camper until homesickness set in and she’d begin to worry if their backyard bird feeders were empty or if Sig and Wally had remembered to put the canoe in the boathouse.

Even as a small child, nothing pleased her more about their travels than the ride home, when she began to recognize the landscape around Tall Pine.

“Twees!” she’d cry excitedly, and as she got older that exclamation gave way to ones like, “Oh, it’s so beautiful here!” or “I am so happy to be home!” When she got into high school, she began making excuses why she couldn’t join them on a canoe or camping trip: “I’ve got homework” or “It’s Homecoming weekend” or “I’ve got a date.”

Sig and Wally expected a child of theirs to inherit certain qualities, and she had; she was naturally easygoing like Wally, but when pushed, could be as feisty as her mother. (“If everyone stood up for themselves,” Sig counseled Fenny, “bullies would be out of business.”) Like both of them, she had a sly sense of humor, was an excellent sportswoman and a lover of the great outdoors (particularly the outdoors surrounding Tall Pine), but as yet, she felt no compulsion to backpack through Europe, to sign on as a cruise ship dishwasher and visit different ports, to ride crowded, tilting buses up into the thin altitudes of the Andes; to do what Sig and Wally had themselves done.

This is what baffled them: How had they spawned someone who hadn’t inherited their defining trait, their spirit of adventure? How had their daughter become—it was hard for them to even say it—a homebody?

They came to the sad conclusion that Fenny didn’t answer to the call of the wild, but as Sig once said, “the purr of the tame.”

They talked over this genetic mystery as seriously as musical parents discuss an offspring’s inability to carry a tune, or athletic parents puzzle over their child’s inability to carry a ball.

“Maybe it’s something she’ll grow out of,” Wally said hopefully.

“I don’t know,” said Sig, shaking her head. “The older she gets, it seems the more she’s set in her ways.”

The Nesses had planned on resuming their journeys abroad after retirement; until then, they were content to live vicariously through their daughter’s daring and exotic travels—the only hitch being their daughter didn’t seem interested in daring and exotic travels.

After high school graduation, Fenny rebelled further against her parents wishes by enrolling in a state college close enough to commute to. She paid her tuition with a partial scholarship and money she had earned working in the shops; money Sig and Wally had hoped she would spend on airfares and youth hostel bills and tips doled out to rickshaw drivers and camel guides.

“It’s not that I don’t want to see the world,” she told her parents. “I just want to see it educated.”

“That sounds like an excuse to me,” said Sig.

Wally nodded. “You can read a book anywhere.”

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Reading Group Guide

1. Does Tall Pine, Minnesota seem like a place you would like to live, or just visit? Which option would you choose and why?

2. How does Lee end up in Tall Pine from a penthouse apartment on Lake Shore Drive in Chicago? Why does she stay?

3. Slim is plagued by survivor's guilt, among other things, as a result of his war experiences. Discuss the damage he has sustained and how the healing process works for him.

4. Do you think Big Bill leads Lee on in the beginning, since he is aware that she loves him in a very different way than he loves her?

5. Why do Fenny and Big Bill hide their relationship from Lee for so long? What do you think of Frau Katte's decision to tell Lee herself?

6. How do Fenny and Lee overcome their differences? Do you think you could do the same?

7. "She hums when she's at the grill, Bill--did you notice?" says Pete as he is listing off what he loves about Lee. Discuss the things--big and small--that draw us to other people.

8. Do you think Pete would have given Lee the shoes and declared his love, had he not been interrupted by the appearance of her gun-toting ex-husband? Do you think he enjoyed the dream more than the reality of love?

9. Discuss the reasons why so many characters in this novel have a difficult time expressing their love. Why is it sometimes so hard to break through and say, "I love you"?

10. Why is Mae Little Feather opposed to Big Bill and Fenny getting married? Do you think her objections are totally unfounded? Why does she change her mind?

11. "Movie stars are regular people," says Slim. "People just get a kick out of believing they're not." Discuss the culture of celebrity in American society and how it can distort and damage lives.

12. Did the entertainment and media characters in this novel, such as Boyd Burch, Lorenz Ferre, Marcy Mincus, and Gerry Dale, remind you of any real-life figures? If so, who?

13. Fenny is a very reluctant celebrity. How do you think you would handle being thrust into the spotlight as Fenny is?

14. What do you think prompted the ornery director Malcolm Edgely's transformation on the day he died? Would it have lasted if he had not been struck down by a heart attack?

15. How do Fenny and Big Bill's fears--hers of traveling and his of driving--affect their lives? How do they overcome them? Have you ever suffered from such debilitating anxieties?

16. The denizens of Tall Pine and the visitors from Hollywood view each other with mutual distrust and suspicion in the beginning. How do their opinions of each other, once clouded by stereotypes and ignorance, change (or not) over the course of the novel?

17. Who is your favorite character? Why?

18. Why did your group select this novel?

19. How does this work compare with other works your group has read? What will you be reading next?

20. Do you think your reading group offers a kind of selfmade community like that found at Lee's cafe? How was your group formed? Why do you think it has stayed together?

21. What do you think is the secret ingredient in a cup of O'Delight coffee?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 1999

    Review excerpt from Curled Up With a Good Book

    Lorna Landvik won legions of devoted readers with her debut novel, PATTY JANE'S HOUSE OF CURL, and kept them with YOUR OASIS ON FLAME LAKE. She's likely to delight her fans again with THE TALL PINE POLKA, which has more than a few things in common with her earlier novels: Landvik returns to her beloved small-town Minnesota setting, the action centers on a friendly gathering place (where the title 'dance' routinely takes place), and the story is about the bittersweet bonds between women. A novel divided in tone, it's light-hearted and funny throughout the first half, tragic and more darkly humorous in the second part, like a sunny day at the lake turning ominous as thunderheads move in over placid waters. That a relationship like Lee and Fenny's can survive such a string of betrayals may seem overly optimistic, but friendship and love can run as deep as a feud in the forced proximity inherent in small-town life. The offbeat characters who people the rest of Tall Pine provide a comforting cushion for Fenny and Lee to fall back on; that may be the greatest small-town truth in Landvik's third novel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 22, 2005

    Writer lost focus...

    I am a Fannie Flagg reader, craving for more of that syle of writing....This book started out with a the same flare of Flagg but dropped off into the 'sad' repetitive, predictiable writing of Danielle Steel, which is a big disappointment for me. I found myself skipping pages(without missing a thing) eventually just reading the last chapter to get it over with...I think the writer is on her way...find a writing style and stick to it...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 7, 2004

    Unusual and engaging...

    Lorna Landvik drew me into this story with her quirky characters and story line. This book was different than any other I've read. Her characters are wildly interesting and her tale is funny and touching - a must-read for those looking for an entertaining story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2002

    an iowa girl loved it!

    This was such an enjoyable story;keeps you laughing 'til you cry, and crying 'til you laugh. I felt the cast of quirky characters were believable even though they were at times far-fetched. Oh yeah eh~ it's a good one!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 28, 2001

    The Tall Pine Polka of Fun

    The Tall Pine Polka is one of the best books I've read in a long time! Lorna Landvik has a way of connecting the audience to the character's in the story. The description Lorna uses of Tall Pine, to the readers, makes you want to go visit. The story shows the true relationships of love and friendship. You'll meet unusual and unforgettable characters. When you're in the need for fun... The Tall Pine Polka is the one.

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