This book reads like a very long poem. It's not so much a story with a conflict and a plot. In fact, the conflict happens in the very beginning, and the rest of the book is trying to puzzle the pieces together.That said, I spent most of the book a bit confused. I spent most of it trying to figure...
On Valentine’s Day, Sherry finds an anonymous note in her mailbox: be mine. As the notes continue, Sherry becomes more and more charged by the idea that she can inspire such feelings. Her twenty-year marriage is routine and she feels old, aimless, and empty now that her son is in college. When sh...
White Bird in a Blizzard by Laura KasischkeIt's still surprising for me to find out after reading a book I stumble head over heels for, that the majority of people have serious complaints and problems with the book concerning the very aspects I loved most while reading it. But, I should not reall...
I went to the library after work, on some saturday not long ago that already feels long ago, because I didn't want to go home. (I paid the price for what I wanted to avoid, as those things usually go. A day, not put off after all, wanted to end that has already ended. I never learn my lesson.) I ...
DECEDENT: Tatiana Bonnie Clare AGE: 15 PARENTS OF DECEDENT < 25: Holly E. Judge/Eric M. Clare LOCATION OF DEATH: Decedent’s Domicile/11-- Great Forest Road/----- ------ ---------, Michigan 49--- CAUSE OF DEATH: Myocardial Infarction Due to Heritable Congenital Defect/Hypoplastic Left Heart Syn...
It was always him. He was the only one who would let the phone ring that long. He was the only one who called her in the morning while she was getting ready for work. “Babe,” he’d say, as if he were out of breath, but not as if she’d surprised him by answering. “What do you want?” she’d ask. To t...
The reporters were circling the story of the Princess Cruises liner that had disappeared in the Caribbean ten months earlier—a ship sailing from Fort Myers to Tierra del Fuego, with brief stops at all the small islands between them, before such cruises had been entirely proscribed. This particula...
The floor of the orchard littered with soft fruit, and the wasps hovering drunkenly over it all, and the last few pieces dangling from the branches—happiness, melancholy, sexual desire—poised in the vibrating air, ready to fall.These systems already existed. So what did they want from me? The dee...
In fact, last winter he’d met a guy from his International Human Rights seminar who’d lived in this same building. Around midterms the guy had asked Perry to come over to study with him, but when Perry had shown up the guy had been drunk and didn’t seem to remember that he’d wanted to study, or e...