The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss is a story within a story. It opens in the present (not our present, nor our world, of course), as a mechanical spider monster attacks someone outside of a local bar. The bartender, a man named Kote, listens carefully, and we sense that there is more to himRead more
No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright,Read more
I received a review copy of Marco Zaffino’s “Pure Bred Chihuahua” from Matthew Read of 1001 Books To Read Before You Die a while back. It’s taken me some time to get through, and I’m still not entirely sure what I think of the book. I began to shake from the beauty and the endorphins;Read more