Something tells me that Grant Lawrence’s Adventures in Solitude (Harbour) isn’t going to spur the same kind of Oprah-induced travel frenzy as Elizabeth Gilbert’s 21 book club
Violence could not reach them only when they were distant as the moon, not of this world
And a sort of current ran through you when you saw it, a visceral, uncontrollable response. A physical resistance to the silence
Review of "Matrescence: On the Metamorphosis of Pregnancy, Childbirth and Motherhood" by Lucy Jones.
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