What I’ve Been Reading

I mean, now I have to go read everything else Meg Medina ever wrote. Because–well, it’s so hard to write about perfection without gushing. But she doesn’t put a foot wrong. Every emotion real and powerful without being overdone, and in a novel that touches on class, race, friendship, family, illness, loss, and growing up, that’s truly something.

When you’re a writer, there’s a fine line between work that is so good it’s inspirational and work that just makes you want to go bury your head in a sandbank and never try to write another word because why bother when it’s already been done so well? This book sits right on that line.