Like Life

I picked up this book because I was working on a short story recently and, obviously, wanted to read something that would make me want to kill myself (i.e. give up writing forever). It was excruciating to read this. So perfect! Too perfect! I look at her stories and look at my stories and then abruptly disappear into the gaping abyss between them.

Someone should start a tumblr just quoting those tight, mind-blowing turns of phrase that she does so well. Is fuckyeahlorriemoore.tumblr.com taken already?

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“... sometimes she seemed not to have a look of her own, or any look whatsoever, and it began to amaze her that her students and colleagues were able to recognize her at all. How did they know? When she walked into a room, how did she look so that they knew it was her? Like this? Did she look like this? And so she returned the mirror.”