The Book of Broken Hymns—by Rafe Posey
When I was young, I loved horses for their impressive grace. So, because we lived close, my mom took me to Chincoteague Island to see the ponies. On the way there, I was irritated. “Ponies?” I thought, “I want to see horses!”
Well, here we are. Ten days in, and I haven’t bought any new books. Not even for my daughter for Christmas (I did start buying Christmas presents early…I always do). I think I might be turning a corner as far as my addiction is concerned. I think seeing the sheer volume of books waiting for me to read them has had a significant impact on me…and so I am reformed. Maybe. I really want Emily St. John Mandel’s Station Eleven. But I am getting closer
Wandering Bark Books 