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Five Weird Books I Read in 2023
Do you like reading books that walk the line between surrealist revelry and gritty, embodied horror? Me too. This list started as a way for me to figure out the five best books I read this year. As I made my selections, I realized that I was actually constructing a different list altogether. Here are some things that all of these books share:
How to Remember
With silver dollars in my eyes, I lay the world to rest. Beyond my vision lives a land that's tender. It's made of letters that you wrote; of hotel rooms with down pillows and wafers of olive oil soap; of kisses dotted on my belly. It exists only here.
- Top Story - November 2023
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April 7, 2022. 9:14AM. farm-fresh eggs, with nubbly blue shells that crack in divine geometry butter, churned and smacked and salted by an Amish neighbor flour, finely milled, puffing scattered clouds from a torn corner sugar, spilling crystalline and pure as last month's snow salt, carrying the taste of the sea and the smell of nothing rhubarb, slender and stringy, with neon bulbs and bloody tips strawberries, small as my thumbnail, ripe enough to stain my canvas bag lemons, bright and waxy, sour enough to find my scratches a pie dish, deep enough to hold a dream, but not so deep I lose myself
Jacket tied on waist, Standing in the empty train - Bargaining with blood.
Adventures in Perilocentrism
It's not that Kelly's clumsy or disorganized; it's just that bad things keep happening to her. She discovers she's allergic to shellfish at her brother's wedding. She takes a piece of cake, not realizing it's a corner piece being saved for the birthday girl. She gets hit by a bus with broken brakes.
- First Place in Nourished Challenge
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2020 was a year of dark clouds with silver linings. When New York City shut down, my boyfriend and I fled to the coast and moved in with my family. It was supposed to be four weeks.
- Runner-Up in Unspoken Challenge
In 2010, I wrote a poem and called it Holy. I wrote it for my English class and was astonished to learn it won a school-wide prize. There was some furor: I was a lowly Fourth Former, and prizes were typically handed to departing Sixth Formers. The William Otis Smith Prize for English Verse was my first major award, an achievement I remain achingly proud of years after the fact.