Yesterday was the last day of my month of magnolias. Lucky that because today, the gusts, hail and sleet are doing their best to knock the tepals to the ground. So I spent the day indoors, desk bound while preparing the next chapbook.
And then I finished reading Mary Robison’sWhy Did I Ever? I don’t read much fiction but if I did, I’d want it to be as refreshing as this. It was an experience rather than a story. I engaged with it from page one, became immersed and was held in thrall to the last page.
