By reading On Animals, I remembered my animals.
Kate Walbert redefines marriage by exploring its disjointed sides during a pandemic.
I think about other Native people who may read that piece and can, through the piece, feel a connection to those lands...feel that they are there.
Unlikeable main characters abound in modern fiction, and this novel does not break that mold.
Sacrifice can be this totally joyful choice that people make, which is something that I've come to terms with more, recently.
I definitely take inspiration from the skies, like I mentioned, flowers, even food: strawberries, raspberries, those kinds of things.
I wanted to bring water into these places that are sterile or dry or drought-ridden.
A horror novel should hold my attention sooner than eighty percent of the way through the book.
It seems that our brave little robot is actually part of a much larger political-ecological revolution.
Nora learns “gaijin” when she hears the teenagers say it. She’s not heard an adult use it, and when it’s said in her proximity the eikaiwa manager turns stern and scolds the student. So while she knows that it means “outsider,” it must mean something else, something a little shameful, the kind of word said only at home.