Needles littering the floor, desperate addicts searching for a score, shuttered windows and crumbling homes; the opening picture author Liz Moore paints of Kensington conveys a relentlessly bleak and hopeless world.
There's a certain type of person you’ve probably encountered in grade school. Perhaps you were this person yourself. This was the person who didn’t just like to read — reading was part of their identity.
Holla young adventurer! Sick of having to cover your younger sister’s eyes when a scantily clad high priestess appears after a boss fight? Tired of your girlfriend writhing whenever the protagonist of the movie you’re watching enters the fifth brothel of the day?
This past Monday, after attending Kiley Reid’s book signing at Literati Bookstore and hearing her read from her hit debut novel “Such a Fun Age,” I spent my night reflecting on the nature of art, authorial intent and what I have appreciated so much about my recent reads.