‘Perfect Strom’ by T. Hanuka for The New Yorker, Feb 2014
Life was a too-tall stack of books that had started to lean to one side, and each new day was another book on top.
‘Goodbye Stranger’ by Rebecca Stead
It would be absurd if we did not understand both angels and devils, since we invented them.
'East of Eden' by John Steinbeck
Amy & Hope are the new (and better) Claire & Bender
That’s what I love about reading; one tiny thing will interest you in a book, and that tiny thing will lead you onto another book, and another bit there will lead you onto a third book. It’s geometrically progressive – all with no end in sight, and for no other reason than sheer enjoyment.
‘The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society’ by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows
I am a dreamer too, and I must wake into a world of dreamers. You can feel it – can’t you? – the peeling off of me, another small loss you have to bear. We all bear it, as best we can, this infinite chain of miniature losses, a hundred thousand stories, a hundred thousand endings. A rehearsal you could call it, for the last ending that’s bound to come, eventually, somewhere in the white space between here and dreaming.
'Only Ever Always' by Penni Russon
"Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth."
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