Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
I've read 2 of 19 short stories so far. It's... different. I love her writing style, and I love the way she creates her characters, even if those characters are themselves not very likeable. But both stories don't *feel* like complete short stories. They're more like fragments of stories - longer than flash fiction, but incomplete. It's a little maddening. And I'm not entirely certain what the point is of these stories. If they have a point?
Curly Red: Being exiled from a family of terrible people is worse than being a terrible person to belong?
In Hiding: A woman can comfortably expose herself through her poetry while hiding from real people when they seek her out?
To be continued...