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I’m daydreaming about a white box truck. And look, it has just pulled into my driveway. It could be the very one they talked about last night on the news, the one we’re supposed to watch out for and worry about. Except, on the side of this truck there’s a picture of a horse, a
Aaron said, Look Chet, I’m just like you, okay? I don’t use pesticides on my lawn, I give to Habitat for Humanity, and I vote for the Democrats. So what’s the big deal? I want my children to have a viable future, that’s all. You don’t have any children, I said. That’s true, Faye said.
Twisted black iron announced Albany’s town limits. A warning more than a welcome. A city of ghosts. Just a mile outside of the city limits Vi spotted the child in the middle of Highway 319. She screamed. Perry slammed on the breaks, but there was no one there. A raccoon on its hind legs surprised
At thirty-six, Kyung is beginning to accept the possibility that his fortunes will never change. It bewilders him, though, how he followed his father’s example, but produced such different results. From an early age, he was led to believe that if he studied hard and worked even harder, he’d eventually be rewarded for his efforts.
A strange week in book culture gives rise to increased attention given to killers turned authors turned celebrities, and an investigation of the disproportionately challenged books of diverse authors. With the acquisition of a Syrian refugee’s memoir and the creation of a Muslim children’s imprint within the Big Five, is American publishing fighting for representation
Most of this week’s book buzz centers around the 2016 Winter Institute, so we bring you a small selection of footnotes as dessert to the main course of the findings from the Denver meeting between publishers and independent booksellers. Ready? Set. Read!