This reads like it could have been a screenplay, and I spent most of the book thinking what a great movie it would be — a little David Lynch in all the good ways.
As a novel it’s a little bit ﬂat, but I still enjoyed the experiment in perspective. It seems as if there...more
After reading Lighthousekeeping back in March, I had a feeling I’d come back to this again. Sure enough I was waiting for some things from the library and pulled my copy out — the top spine corner of the paperback is bent in from being shoved into boxes each of the ﬁve hundred times I...more
This is the sort of book I can’t really talk about, the way I’d like to talk about it, as then if you wanted to read it, there would be little point. It’s written as a series of letters from the mother of a teenager who murdered several classmates and school faculty/staﬀ to her husband (and his father). It’s the...more
It was a small thing, but it was a thing, and things have a way of either dying or growing, and it wasn’t dying. Years went by. This thing grew, like a child, microscopically, every day. And since they were a team, and all teams want to win, they continuously adjusted their vision to keep its growth invisible. They wordlessly...more
I mentioned when I read Julie and Julia that I felt this book might be more up my alley. Indeed, I sped through this in a matter of days. While the book is focused on Julia and Paul’s time in Paris and France and later time spent in Provence, it oversees the entirety of their life together,...more
The best parts of this anthology are the overlays of drawings that interpret the certain poems’ structures. Being that Stoner chose the poems based on her own collection, it’s not necessarily a comprehensive look at poetry that tackles themes of space, like domesticity, urbanism, and form. But it is an interesting concept — how poetry can...more
I started reading this novel in the fall, got halfway through by mid-December, and then wound up abandoning it when I decided not to lug 800 pages with me while going out of town for the holidays. Luckily last month I had a lull in novels and a bit of insomnia and hadn’t yet forgotten who all the characters were.
Mary Ann Samyn
Wish You Were Here...more
Postcard of time, stolen time. And I have such wide need. How can I tell you of all the birds visiting me? First, geese at night — just as you said — ﬂying by the light of the river. No, I mean by the absence of the light of the river. Then, cranes, three: a dream, a painting, a photograph.
Despite the length of this book, I breezed through it in a couple of days, often unable to stop reading until reaching the end of a long chapter. It’s a coming-of-age story of a Midwestern, middle-class girl who decides she wants to go to boarding school, gets some scholarships, and ends up in New England. Once there Lee realizes the...more