The void is my friend.
This category contains all my book reviews.
They were all there to greet me, enfolding me in the embrace of our collective dislocation from this place where all our stories go and return. Here is where we began. Where our songs were born, our ancestors buried.
page 152, Against the Loveless World by Susan Abulhawa
The Beauty of the House is immeasurable; its Kindness infinite.
Piranesi by Susanna Clarke
Why must mortals always be solving mysteries? What is the point of life if everything is pinned and labelled in some display case? You scholars should aim to discover more mysteries, not untangle them.
Taryn, 3rd January, Emily Wilde’s Compendium of Lost Tales by Heather Fawcett
