jamiereadthis
Written on Oct 20, 2013
Maybe it’s my own fault, my own lack of exposure, maybe they’re out there and I haven’t found them yet, but I can find plenty of stories set in Tennessee, in Kentucky, in Georgia, in Alabama. I’ve got books titled “Arkansas.” I’ve got short stories named “Mississippi.” But the ones in my own specific place, in western Carolina, are few and far between. I almost don’t mind it. They’re all the more precious that way.
This one, I can see reading again and again. Each story is short, it ends with a punch, and I love getting punched by stories. I love it when I want to sit there and absorb the blow for a minute, but also scramble right up into the next one.