Light Boxes

I didn't like the book in the beginning - I felt like I was in a nonsensical dream. The priests in the story really threw me off, but once the story got going, though the dream-like quality remained, the story began to take shape. For one fleeting moment in the story, I sympathized with February. Then my body stiffened and my fingers grew numb from the cold weather I was experiencing real-time as I read, and I got over it real quick. Die, February, die!  

I'm not sure if it was a smart move picking this cold time of year to read this particular book on the coldest of NYC train platforms, but that's what I get for choosing to read books blind and without having read the backstory from reviews or the inside jacket.