Voices
I’m reading a book, and it’s a good book, but that’s just the problem. In the thick of the text, when plots and characters and language merge, and when scenes connect and stories layer, it all makes just too much sense. The details fit too well. The book crested into its crescendo, and I felt pressed to escape back into reality, back into my own head where questions are more common than manicured realities.
By
the Voice Staff
April 15, 2004