Max Porter’s slim volume is anything but small. Its tightly-controlled narrative about grief and how it affects everyone and everything—the self, relationships, the subconscious, the air around us—is as true as the experience of grief itself.
I wrote several posts a little while ago about my TBR shelves (you can find them here, here, here, and here). I looked at all of the books I have, and why I have them. Well, over time, I’ve come to realize (though I’ve known all along) that I simply cannot read all of the books I have…and so I’ve decided to do a (slight) purge of my TBR shelves.