Saturday, March 15, 2025

What Fire Brings by Rachel Howzell Hall

 

I read this book this evening, and it really wasn't anything like as good as the O'Connor, or any of six other books I've read this month. Cluttered and muddled, with a deeply deranged unreliable narrator powering twist after twist after stupid twist. It would probably have been a mercy if I'd stopped when she used "epitaph" when she meant "epigraph." That should have been a sign ...

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Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury

  This is Bradbury writing at his most beautiful, his most nostalgic. It's a paean to his childhood: As the introduction makes clear, th...