I was sick over the weekend, a bad cold, and spent time revisiting Ann Beattie's "Park City" collection. This has been the year of the winter that would not start and then would not go away and that whole reality seemed to just infuse this weekend. "Park City" shot off my shelf and into my hands on Saturday and it was a good choice.
William Trevor is a favorite of mine, but to date I have not ventured beyond his stories (so much there, why go further?). But I went to the Newtown Used Book Exchange this afternoon and picked up two slim Trevor novels: "Felicia's Journey" and "The Silence in the Garden." Thus armed I shall see this ridiculous month out.
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