Abhay sits on the grass in front of a bar, on the opening page of And Laughter Fell From the Sky. Harper Collins, 2012 The five-lane highway across from Kent State University is as hectic as the afternoon rush in Grand Central Station was, one hundred years ago, in
Who does Rose think she is? Either the question has been asked of her, or she has asked it of herself, throughout her life. It's fitting that the final story give voice to that. It's also fitting that the reader feels the question has been half-answered in the final paragraph
Let me begin by saying that the cover of this novel is perfect. Juliet, with her eyes closed: she could be anywhere, but in assembling an understanding of the world around her, images from her time in Nicaragua serve as a foundation. And the vivid imagery: the combination of photographs
It's not this bad. I haven't subscribed to "The New Yorker" for a year now. It's not that bad. But maybe it's close. 63 magazines. When I actually started reading them at the beginning of June, I was rightly chuffed. Beginning with the most recent issues, I was reading backwards,
Holly Black's Modern Faerie Tales series begins with Tithe. I bought a copy of it some years ago for my niece, thinking there was just enough swearing and sexual tension to incite an interest in reading. (That wasn't entirely successful, but I did quite enjoy reading it myself. Not that
