Being “good” means eating as little as possible. My mom said, “I was so bad today.” My sister told us, “Kristen’s so good. She eats a few crackers at lunch.” But my mom said no, three crackers isn’t healthy. The way the sun shone in Janie’s bedroom window did this cool thing to the wax of the candles. How when we left our yearbooks out on the screened-in porch and the sky turned yellow, started raining, it curled and crimped all the pages.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
If You Missed
Marisa Crawford at the BANG OUT "Toxic Assets" reading in SF last weekend, never fear! Excerpt here. Although this piece isn't in the book, this is exactly the kind of pitch-perfect sensory wonder you're in for when The Haunted House comes out: