My husband is the least pretentious person I know. He likes what he likes, and would never fake it for appearances. It’s part of what makes him so fun to be around. One of the things he would never fake is his contempt for literature. He has no patience for stream-of-consciousness, obscure poetic devices, torturedContinue reading “My hot take on Holden Caulfield”
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His world was enchanted.
An excerpt from my novel, Though I Make My Bed in Sheol. The bitter days of winter breezed by in a golden haze. Before he knew it, the steely sky thawed into tender blue, and the damp black trees began to shyly dress themselves in veils of green, white, and pink. His world was enchanted.Continue reading “His world was enchanted.”
Katie Bertola 