Some works dazzle you from one moment to the next while some works quietly sink in, infiltrating the reader’s psyche without their noticing.
What I most remember about Let There Be Light is the African American soldier who can’t stop crying, due to what he describes as “nostalgia.”
Looking into drivers’ faces becomes for me a handy reminder of the essential humanness of humanity: we are many, we are trying, we are struggling, we are on our way.
Had a bit of a panic attack on the day before Christmas, brought on by my acrophobia.