I would argue We Have Always Lived in the Castle is about where a fairy tales comes from…
This isn’t some teens solving an epic puzzle or falling deeply in love while battling a deadly disease. It’s honest and compulsively readable.
Voting ends in a week. At that time, I’ll add some book choices from the winning genre. Thanks for being part of my reading selection process!
“The act of writing is not that much different for me than painting.”
It is frustrating, cryptic, and deeply insightful. It is alien and intensely familiar.
“I felt myself being dragged by the feet across the pavement. My chest was on fire. My blouse was purple with blood. I was convinced that my arm had been shot off and was hanging inside my shirt by a few strips of flesh. I could not feel it.”
The words “crawled” and “screaming” are what stand out to me, two brutal choices that would cut open anyone and expose their most personal moments.
What I learned from academia: find people who make you feel good. Try to make others feel good. Sew them presents. Make them jam. Be generous.
Tampa will give any book club lots to talk about (assuming people can get past the first chapter)…
Ruthless perfectionism has its uses, but I also have a duty to protect part of my creative mind as if it is a young, playful, vulnerable creature.