linakatarinac's review
2.0
"Terry found that if he tilted his head back, he could look up into a fathomless universe of blackness, a starless sky so immense that it seemed to pull at his eyes. It was like his pupils were made of small pieces of this same dark matter-broken obsidian shards of it-that he'd been carrying around with him his whole life as if they were his own, only to find out they were borrowed, and that now their true owner wanted them back."
zachkuhn's review
4.0
Had already read a few of these in The New Yorker and Granta but enjoyed them again. Looking forward to more in the future.
wordlover's review
4.0
MFA meets Montana Fly Fishing - lovely stories deeply rooted in the high plains...
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