The Spellman Files (Books 1-4) by Lisa Lutz (Simon & Schuster) My friend T, pushed the first book into my hand, “You’re going to love it.” I was a bit skeptical, I mean this from a lover of Twilight, but she was also the one who made me read… [Read more…]
January 5, 2012
They say your eyes were closed the first time you smiled but they’re wide open now, shining, and I can’t tell if you’re delighted or just scared. Your teeth are clenched but you do that sometimes, when you’re excited, sometimes when you don’t know what to say. So, I’m hesitating because you might be hesitating… [Read more…]
December 20, 2011
Anthropology of an American Girl by Hilary Thayer Hamann (Spiegel & Grau) Its 640 pages read like 120. I’ve never been so captivated by a novel, so simultaneously drawn to and repulsed by a character before. Anthropology of an American Girl spans the senior year of high school and college years of Eveline Auerbach as she comes… [Read more…]
November 29, 2011
His eyes were heavy-lidded, as though they were swollen, healing from a slight. I avoided them carefully and how they followed the lines of my body beneath my over-sized sweater. I bought it because my mother thought it was hideous, on one of those forced shopping trips that always seems to end in angry silence… [Read more…]
November 22, 2011
“There are things you don’t know about me.” He doesn’t look up from the joint he’s rolling, instead concentrates on his fingers, tongue flicking out to wet the end. I lean back on my elbows in a way I hope appears effortless, my forearms begin to ache almost immediately burning against the heat of the… [Read more…]
October 27, 2011
She’s sweet, the kind of girl who would be named after a city, and is. I imagine her in an apron and heels, but that’s not fair, her long hair tied up in a perfect bun. I can’t hate her, the woman who came after. She housed your heart so easily. While I strayed she… [Read more…]
October 11, 2011
They try their best to convince us not to go, but we go anyway, and the weather is beautiful and the conditions are ideal. We hike uphill for an hour, ignoring coyote warnings and fresh droppings. We don’t all live our lives in fear of yesterday’s storm. I shrug into my sweater, ocean views on… [Read more…]
September 28, 2011
He says, “Do you want to keep this pasta cookbook?” And I say, yes, of course. When what I really mean is keep everything. File it all away, store them on shelves and in stacks and hanging from the wall. Hide them in cupboards, even if they tumble out on top of you, just push… [Read more…]
July 16, 2011
Don’t ask him why, he won’t answer. He’ll just look through you a little to the left of your ear; making you want to turn around. It’s not because he doesn’t want to tell you, it’s just that he has a hard time finding the words inbetween the plots and lies, the bullshit that gets… [Read more…]
July 11, 2011
They say life flashes before your eyes, but they didn’t say it might not be recognized. Might not even be mine. Cars are too smooth these days. Windows that won’t be confined to a side. Colours that splash into sight. My head barely clearing the hood of trucks—supersized. If they told me I’d be getting… [Read more…]
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