On a day like today, when her mind is in a turmoil, the vastness of the ocean offers solace.
Remembered is a mother’s farewell to her son. It’s a sister’s regret. A woman’s remembering: her anger, and her heartbreak; her resignation and her resilience.
Sometimes there is a prescience to novels, as if certain books have their particular time.
Listen, miracle of the future. You strange possibility, my descendant.
A poetic family saga that frustrates and then rewards
“It isn’t pretty, but it’s what I want it to be.”
How strange were the ways of the Castilians—just by saying something was so, they believed that it was.