The BiblioPile: Weeping Underwater Looks a Lot Like Laughter, Michael J. White
In Iowa’s golden-tassel summer, Emily was a squinting cowgirl, deliciously cherry in the shoulders and the very tip of her nose and ears. From time to time she’d search with her big brown eyes and such guileless affection that I felt on the verge of crumbling to my knees and giving up every aspiration I’d ever known. She’d just stare, sometimes smiling and sometimes not, but in a way that made me feel she could see our entire futures.
The joys of young love.
Stalled this post because I hated writing about books I didn’t enjoy. Huhu. Anyway, I’m in the middle of reading Everything is Illuminated and A Visit from the Goon Squad as of writing.
I know, my commitment issues show even on the way I read my books, but both are precursors to my awaited self-destruction phase, lol. Kidding.
Here’s the link.
