In a neighborhood where pain — "adult pain that rested somewhere under the eyelids" — is as pervasively omnipresent as the loveliness of May's green shade trees, death and its omens can be accepted as another face of God.Read full book review >
Thank you! You’ll get the first email of recommendations from our critics within a week!
Bummer. There was a problem adding your email address. Please try again.
Subscribe to Pro Connect
Be the first to discover new talent!
Each week, our editors select the one author and one book they believe to be most worthy of your attention and highlight them in our Pro Connect email alert.
Sign up here to receive your FREE alerts.