I am sure I have written before that I adore Anna Quindlen. But the premise of Still Life With Bread Crumbs didn’t thrill me. I plunged in, however, ready for something good to read. I knew I could count on Quindlen to keep me out of the depths of book despair I have been in for the past few weeks. And, she didn’t disappoint. Still Life with Bread Crumbs was a quiet, but delightful little story. I liked Rebecca, I liked her cabin in the woods, I liked Jim, I liked the whole thing. It was a quick read and just what I needed to get me in the right reading place again.