I ran my palms along her edges and peered into her joints. Why did I lose myself in the narrative here? How was that transition so effortless?
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There are ghosts in the room. Every room.
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Feder shows the difficult truth of surviving a loss: that life continues to move, though not in a carefully prescribed direction.
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If Wendell’s new memoir endears the reader to a demanding narrator, it also summons the reader’s own demands. This book is written by a horse girl, but it is not only for horse girls or about them.
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Sheryl St. Germain, who writes about the loss of her son from addiction, and the addiction that runs in her family, quantifies her grief: it’s fifty miles long.
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