That Woman who Killed the Fish unfortunately is me, begins the title story, but if it were my fault, I\'d own up to you, since I don\'t lie to boys and girls.
These delightful, high-hearted stories, written for her own boys, have charm to burn--and are a treat for every Lispector reader..
Such throwaway wisdom abounds: Don\'t even get me started.
A one-eyed visitor from Jupiter arrives and vows Laura will never be eaten: she\'s been worrying, because humans are a weird sort of person who can love hens and eat them, too.
She thinks that she thinks.
Just knowing she\'s not completely dumb makes her feel all chatty and giddy.
Not a lot, but she\'s definitely got them.
Laura is quite dumb, but she has her little thoughts and feelings.
The wonderful last story, Laura\'s Intimate Life stars the nicest hen I\'ve ever seen.
The third tale, Almost True, is a shaggy dog yarn narrated by a pooch who is very worried about a wicked witch: I am a dog named Ulisses and my owner is Clarice.
Enumerating all the animals she\'s loved--cats, dogs, lizards, chickens, monkeys--Clarice finally asks: Do you forgive me? The Mystery of the Thinking Rabbit is a detective story which explains that bunnies think with their noses: for a single idea a bunny might scrunch up his nose fifteen thousand times (he may not be too bright, but he\'s not foolish at all when it comes to making babies).
I only lie sometimes to a certain type of grownup because there\'s no other way.
That Woman who Killed the Fish unfortunately is me, begins the title story, but if it were my fault, I\'d own up to you, since I don\'t lie to boys and girls
