A Year in Reading: Edan Lepucki

To start, a list of the books I enjoyed very, very much:

I expected to like debut novel, , not only because she is my friend, but because I only made her be my friend after reading her genius nonfiction on this very website. However, I did not the book. That puny, superficial word doesn’t portray my experience with this powerful, singular work. Never! The novel’s anxiety-laced vulnerability, its at once mundane and urgent first person narration, was a revelation. Of course!  This is what parenting a young child is like!  The novel begins, “I am staring out the window of my office thinking about death when I remember the way Paiute smells in the early morning