Words Are My Matter

Expected too much I think. Excellent collection but each piece was meant for brevity attached to some other publication or for a specific event. Reading one review after another somehow muted all the flavors, that I'm sure must have been there, into one. My fault, not the writers. I approached as a smorgasbord and glutton that I am, I over imbibed. Consequently, the essays merged. I left filled but unsatisfied. This annoys me, this is Le Guin to whom words matter. She cast pearls which I failed to respect as I aught. She will get the re-reads she deserves and in smaller digests.