I feel like this book gets so much praise and adulation that I can push back on it a little without being too unfair. I grew up a few miles from where this memoir “takes place” so to speak, and I genuinely mean a few miles, like we could ride our bikes there, and did, while only crossing one main road. I didn’t actually know that in the sense that I’ve know about this book for a long time as it’s quite famous and won […]
I used to have a cat, an old fighting tom, who would jump through the open window by my bed in the middle of the night and land on my chest.
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard