Now this is just weird. I finished another book yesterday- that makes two for the day, and… yep, three for the year. Yesterday was a good day.
For the last few weeks I’ve been reading Flannery O’Connor’s A Good Man Is Hard To Find And Other Stories, taking a story at a time, because, boy, is she whacked. I don’t mean that her stories aren’t good- they are. Very well written, and very heavy. Not the sort of thing you would want to read to children, most of the time. She has this way of putting her characters through their own private crucible to strip away their (1930’s Southern) comfortable illusions and reveal their true character.
If you like short stories, like excellent writing, and like to be made to feel and think, then pick up a copy of O’Connor. You’ll enjoy it.