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Haruko left a tiny laughing brass Buddha up high, in a corner of the attic, where he is still laughing to this day.
Julie Otsuka • The Buddha in the Attic
This was Bethesda Chapel, as fixed in time’s flow as a boulder in a river: Aldleigh ran past it, and round it, and could never change it. Above the door a narrow plaque read 1888, and beyond the bristled threshold mat, 1888 persisted. All the dreadful business of the modern world – its exchange rates, tournaments, profanities, publications,
... See moreSarah Perry • Enlightenment
Pooh’s Hundred Acre Wood comes to Woodlawn. This story made me happy on a Wednesday. The fairy garden opens Saturday at the Orchard of the Ancestors in Woodlawn. The free event features a bouncy house, food, crafts and surprises scattered by “fairies” throughout the garden. It’s an annual undertaking for Blacks in Green and HelloBaby, the free play
... See moreMutely the chapel looked back at him across a car park glossed by rain. Its door was closed, and newly painted green; beside the door a green bay tree flourished like the wicked in the thirty-seventh psalm. An east wind blowing up the Alder moved the cold illuminated air, and the bay tree danced in its small black bed. The chapel did not dance. Its
... See moreSarah Perry • Enlightenment
She had been picturing a village of mice living their lives under the bath, playing violins, going to school, having
Diana Evans • Ordinary People: Shortlisted for the Women's Prize for Fiction 2019
“Abbiamo Flossy, Tiger che si era perduto, abbiamo perso il falchetto Hero, che era stato dato via insieme alle due anatre e ora è certamente morto. Al ritorno da Bruxelles, ne chiesi notizie ovunque e nessuno seppe darmi risposta. Tiger è morto... See more
dallamiafinestrasite • Emily Brontë e Keeper
