I’m on a roll. I can’t seem to read anything but EXCELLENT books. I’m not complaining. Please do yourself a favor and read these fabulous books:
I want to go to there. Oxonian chip shops, swoony complicated love interest, and deconstructing romantic poetry. I am so in.
Dear God, the writing in this one. It was exquisite. I loved this book and how it traversed that bridge from floundering, optimistic, brash youth into realistic, yet hopeful, middle-age, and it didn’t get cynical. I LOVED this.
A terrifying sleeping virus, a dash of prophetic dreams, and glowing, ethereal prose that illuminates what it means to be human. Walker’s prose sings.