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Continue reading →: What we always knewSometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with an emotional itch I can’t get to. My best friend got engaged last month and I’m already writing my speech in my head, every night, while the neighbour’s automatic flood light forces its way through our heavy curtains and…
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Continue reading →: All our lossesThere are things I do to forget: Laugh more, take my dog for long meandering walks, concentrate on a new diet and exercise program, watch hours of both good and bad TV, and read books. Lots of books. But, it doesn’t matter. Death is everywhere. Characters disappearing as easily as…
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Continue reading →: Think of all the books you could readI hardly read at all this year—19 books, which is still more than one a month but woefully short of 2012’s impressive 70. To me this feels like an abominable failure. When I was younger (but not that young, not young enough to admit this out loud and not feel…
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Continue reading →: The Interestings, life, love and not knowing anything at all, everThe Interestings by Meg Wolitzer (Riverhead Books, 2013) We get bound up in each other. It’s inevitable. That’s what makes life interesting—the push and pull of people, especially the ones that you yearn for in one way or another, although not always the way that they want. We make promises…
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Continue reading →: The intolerableness of grief
Suddenly death exists like an unwanted house guest. You make eggs for it in the mornings and try not to scream when it drinks the last cup of coffee without filling the pot. It uses up all the good towels and leaves wet prints on the bathroom floor that soak…







