Last night I read Archangel and loved this part about handwriting:
The microscopic glitter in the ink of the letters of words that are your own.
Each story in Pigeon Feathers is so different and I'm really enjoying reading one story at a time. Keeping them separate in my mind.
I found this book review from the New York Times in 1962. Love you, archives.
another book of short stories I loved before bed