bird by bird | anne lamott notes: One of the gifts of being a writer is that it gives you an excuse to do things, to go places and explore. Another is that writing motivates you to look closely at life, at life as it lurches by and tramps around. “This is the great tragedy… Continue reading bird by bird – anne lamott
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the southern book club’s guide to slaying vampires – grady hendrix
the southern book club's guide to slaying vampires | grady hendrix notes: She strained to listen over the sound of blood throbbing in her ears. Kitty, on the other hand, had apparently lost her mind right before she got dressed. and she tried not to think about it because she knew how easily ideas could… Continue reading the southern book club’s guide to slaying vampires – grady hendrix
now is not the time to panic – kevin wilson
now is not the time to panic | kevin wilson notes: Maybe it was better to be ugly if the alternative was to be plain. “Your mouth is bleeding,” I told him, but he didn’t seem to care. We both stared at the watermelon, which looked like a horror movie, so many half-moon marks digging… Continue reading now is not the time to panic – kevin wilson
tunneling to the center of the earth – kevin wilson
tunneling to the center of the earth | kevin wilson notes: And it is strangely wonderful to feel the lack of something instead of believing that it was never there in the first place. The sun has bled into his skin so that he is stained red. He suspects the books he has gathered will… Continue reading tunneling to the center of the earth – kevin wilson
nothing to see here – kevin wilson
nothing to see here | kevin wilson I haven’t laughed this hard at a book since Hitchhiker’s Guide. I loved this so, so much. notes: I had spent my childhood gritting my teeth and smashing everything to bits in the name of excellence. But you’re going from shit to gold, and it’s going to be real… Continue reading nothing to see here – kevin wilson
the game – neil strauss
the game | neil strauss notes: If you are reading this, I want you to know that I wasn’t running game on you. I was being sincere. Really. You were different. She was surprisingly cute for a clinic like this. A flicker of animation flashed across Mystery’s face, then died. “If I had met you… Continue reading the game – neil strauss
tender is the flesh – agustina bazterrica
tender is the flesh | agustina bazterrica notes: As he drives along the deserted road, he slowly shakes his head because he doesn’t want to remember. But he does remember. The owner of the tannery is always smiling and he feels that when this man observes him, what he’s really doing is calculating how many… Continue reading tender is the flesh – agustina bazterrica
milk fed – melissa broder
milk fed | melissa broder notes: The arugula salad that I requested as my contribution to the smorgasbord was but a slippery cadaver: death by oil, goodbye. Ofer was an eternal frat brother. His gentleness made me feel sad—also, the way he pronounced the word yogurt as yuh-gort. I felt like I could cry between… Continue reading milk fed – melissa broder
eileen – ottessa moshfegh
eileen | ottessa moshfegh notes: I slept in the attic, on a cot purchased by my father for some summer camping trip he never took a decade earlier. My father, however, was scared of the dark. That may sound like an endearing peculiarity, but it was not. This one evening—I’ll begin my story there—I found… Continue reading eileen – ottessa moshfegh
the talented mr. ripley – patricia highsmith
the talented mr. ripley | patricia highsmith notes: “He’s twenty-five.” So am I, Tom thought, Dickie was probably having the time of his life over there. An income, a house, a boat. Why should he want to come home? Dickie’s face was becoming clearer in his memory: ink drawings. Fascinating, some of them.” Tom had… Continue reading the talented mr. ripley – patricia highsmith
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