I've been reading a wonderful book by Debra Marquart--The Night We Landed on the Moon. You can't get much better than this. It's a wonder of essays on small things that the author weaves into visionary meaning. What begins as a commentary on her mother planting trees in her old age becomes a meditation on hope and the long view. A childhood memory about a tough classmate and a old woman becomes a kind of ghost story. Beautiful. You finish one essay and want to sit and marvel, both at the tapestry she weaves and the skill of her prose, but you soon find yourself wanting more, like savoring a chocolate bonbon and yet wanting more as soon as you finish. I haven't read a book that so moves me in a long time. I'm not yet finished, but I don't look forward to having read all the essays and come to the end. Thank you, Deb!
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