Mrs Kemp had a badly used face. Her hair was pulled back from a red and uncomprehending forehead. Her mouth fell into her chin. She marched up and down the hall. Now she was no longer a symbol, she was a cello accompaniment to a dirge. She came like a tiger thieving and walked away from the theft. She came like a panther back and forth, raising a head at the end of the bars.
Just realised this might not be suitable for desk reading 😳
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I had to go back to the photo to check I'd added them to my LT catalogue.
You can‘t see it in the photo but there‘s a light snow falling and it‘s really beautiful. I‘m waiting for some bread to rise before I prep loaves for baking and feeling pretty relaxed.
Reading this wintry book in fall. Kids at swim class.
What I picked up for myself at the library book sale this morning. I only had about 20 minutes for a quick browse but I managed to get these and plenty of kids books (see the following post for more details) for about $14. I've already read A Little Life and Re Jane and decided they looked like they needed a new home.
I'm reading Coleman's novel on this snowy afternoon. Coleman's own stay at a mental institution after giving birth to her son in 1924 inspired the story.
The Shutter of Snow | 
