This was an interesting book for a few reasons, the least of which is that it *literally * fell apart in my hands–every single page came apart as I turned it, leaving me with a curious sort of folio of pages once I finished it. In that sense, the book (purchased second hand on eBay, and therefore possessed of a sort of tacky, damp history) felt akin to how most of this narrative felt: hanging on by a wish and thread and a bit of […]
a *gasp* new IRL book club!
Thunderstone by Nancy Campbell
