Elizabeth's namesake was not the Queen of England, that famed monarch whose virginal persona looms large in the works of the Bard; nor was she named for the matriarch of Christian myth, that mouthpiece of perseverance and prophecy. Yet she aspires to the hallowed annals of Elizabeths past in her own humble way, processing books by day and reading them by night. She is a big believer in the Right Book for the Right Occasion. Also, she acts! See if you can spot her in theatrical productions around the city.
Reviews & Recommendations
Why would a young WOC care to read about an aging white man? So asks the narrator of Andrew Greer's "Less;" then proceeds to demonstrate exactly why, with a story that is no less than beautiful--pun not intended. This is in every way my ideal book. The writing is surprising and fresh. The story is light without being saccharine, and deep without being self indulgent. How did Greer do it? Take this book to a park, let some sweetness into your life, and find out for yourself.
Sometimes you need a dose of something spooky, and few deliver like Jackson. This book gripped me from the opening line and didn't let me go until the last. I read it all night, thought about it all day, and then read it some more. Mary Catherine and her sister Constance are hiding a sordid secret in their house on the hill. But what? Let Jackson's flawless prose navigate you through delicious tensions and chills on all scales, from smothering internal neuroses, to the terrifying roar of mob-mentality. What is real? Who is in the wrong? This book is an endlessly fascinating examination of social structures and mental health; but never skimps of the good old-fashioned thrills. Wait for a dark and stormy night and dive into the shadows and injustices lurking in the Blackwood Castle.
A weird little book that reads your soul. July has a way of describing things you think or feel but have never thought to share with another human being-- maybe never thought to admit to yourself. Yet here they are, in print, for you to recognize, laugh at, be outraged by, or cry over. Her narrative style is all her own; but her short stories put me in the mind of Flannery O'Connor in that her characters find the open spaces of grace by way of the bizarre or violent. Indeed, this book is full of ugliness cast in beautiful prose, turned this way and that until the profane becomes holy and the suffocated life finds breath. This book heals me, inspires me, and disturbs me. Take it to a dusky corner of your favorite off-beat coffee shop and commune with your pain until it becomes your path.