I was a big red sports car, a McMansion, a Prada bag, a degree, a ‘good job’. I was all of that and more. I could be everything they weren’t – within reason.
03.24.2009
books that include pages of description, a thousand adjectives for grass, and the history of one of the pots in a kitchen, are all afraid to let their characters tell the whole of the story. Their characters are too weak for that
