Friends, please add Brendan Shay Basham's Swim Home to the Vanished to your reading list, a beautiful, haunting, wonderfully watery fever dream of loss and grief, and the inherent hardship and heaviness of carrying the weight of that grief through to the other side.
Oof. 😲 I can’t recommend enough Danielle Evans’s collection Before You Suffocate Your Own Fool Self, full of truth bombs like this quote from the story “Wherever You Go, There You Are.”
Book recommendation: Julie Otsuka’s When the Emperor Was Divine, an unflinching, hard look at a shameful time in our nation’s history, recounted in terse, yet lovely prose.
Reading The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson, and this line knocked my socks off 📕🤓‼️
