A Series Of (Un)Fortunate Reviews

I land directly on the yellow line--lined up neatly, head to toe--and rattle loose. The road feels forgiving and cool. Something breaks inside me, not only bones. I am thirty years old, with a husband and a good job and a best friend and students who need me and a hole in my life that I fall straight through. Impossibly, I hear it all. The fading trail of the escaping Neon. The silence of my body laid upon the yellow stripe, waiting not to be revived but resurrected. Prone, waiting, in the middle of the road. The panicked engine sound weakens with distance, and I wait. --from page 10, Any Bitter Thing, large print edition Any Bitter Thing by Monica Wood is as heart breaking and tragic as it is beautiful. All of these things magnified by the beauty of the author's poetic writing as she tells the story of Lizzy Mitchell and her fractured childhood, past and family. Lizzy's parents die when she is young, leaving her in the care of her uncle, a priest for a small Maine parish. Sh...