In a year of plenty of decent new fiction, no book has stayed with me quite as much as Birding by @regretteruane.bsky.social.
It’s very rare that you read a book where just the language, the joy of the writing itself, springs out on every page.
It’s very rare that you read a book where just the language, the joy of the writing itself, springs out on every page.
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(I’ve lent my copy out at the moment, so please excuse the sketch…)