"...for reading, once begun, quickly becomes home and circle and court and family, and indeed, without narrative, I felt exiled from my own country. By the transport of books, that which is most foreign becomes one's familiar walks and avenues; while that which is most familiar is removed to delightful strangeness; and unmoving, one travels infinite causeways, immobile and thus unfettered."
— M.T. Anderson (The Pox Party)
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Just After Sunset by Stephen King
The master's latest short story collection. Brilliant as ever.
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