It‘s dark now, the kind of dark where there‘s nothing, where the world could cease to exist on the other side of that hill and you wouldn‘t even know it. It was only half an hour ago that the sky was holding the light among the branches, like water cupped between fingers and palms. Now it‘s so black out there, even the memory of light feels distant. You can hear the silence. It‘s like the sound of your own blood.
Few things would make me rethink my one vanity of highlighting my ordinarily mouse-brown locks; this book contained all of those things. Thrilling and horrifying in a quiet, creep-up-your-spine sort of way, an excellent read and thoughtful meditation on beauty and society and the apocalypse, natch.
How to follow A Little Life? The obvious choice would be A Brief History, but this one looks way more fun. Also: ATWOOD.