Vermont! And I realized I finished Still Life, loved it and then forgot the book to reference any of it (Caitlin, you wanna pitch in here?). If you've never read it, read parts of it here. This book had me loling a few times (very few books do that except for Sedaris).
"Who knows how to make love stay?"
Read it and find out!
What I'm reading now...
"In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not. Jewel knows who he is, because he does not know that he does not know whether he is or not. Beyond the unlamped wall I can hear the rain shaping the wagon that is ours, the load that is no longer theirs that felled and sawed it not yet theirs that bought it and which is not ours either, lie on our wagon though it does, since only the wind and the rain shape it only to Jewel and me, that are not asleep....
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home."
As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner
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