Bookfoolery

September Moon by John Moore is a book I ordered secondhand from Across the Pond for a buddy read hosted by @the_unhurried_reader of Instag...

And that's the most bitter thing about love: you can't understand it, measure it — not all its edges and intricacies — until it'...

The raspberries, Mrs. Marshall said, would he net the raspberries? That, too, was pushed through the keyhole, and back came the little sh...

Trigger Warning: Rape Time flatlined; she knew then what red was. She was on Zara's bed, she saw the ribbon in [his] collar. But th...