By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept by Elizabeth Smart
Picked this up on a whim at a used bookstore--i had never heard of it before. It's a novel of prose poetry. So unbelievably over the top. Sometimes the language is so raw that it pulls my heart into to my throat. Sometimes it's so freaking purple that I want to start laughing.
Picked this up on a whim at a used bookstore--i had never heard of it before. It's a novel of prose poetry. So unbelievably over the top. Sometimes the language is so raw that it pulls my heart into to my throat. Sometimes it's so freaking purple that I want to start laughing.
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