by Kevin Brockmeir
Format.
A book lent to me.
The book in one sentence.
A collection of short stories featuring
ghosts, aliens, your own death, and so much more.
The Good.
Beautiful and lyrical with elements of
the fantastic and supernatural.
The Bad.
Lacking in anything solid to
hold on to. Like
spun sugar, easily devoured, leaving behind the taste of sweetness and
the remembrance of intense enjoyment.
And as tends to be my problem with short stories, I feel the need for
greater resolution and clarity. For neatly folded corners and
tucked in sheets, that the author leaves us to fill in on our own.
Who would I recommend it
to?
Someone who likes poetry, coloring
outside the lines, and doesn't mind unanswered questions.
A quote from the book.
"What would the sky be like if there was
nothing to see but stars?"
Verdict.
I don't always get or understand this sort of writing. But I
keep
coming back for more. It speaks to the part of my mind I
ignore.
The part of my mind that likes shiny things and wants to
chase
butterflies. Sometimes you've got to feed the monsters in the
basement.
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