Love Medicine by Louise Erdrich
This book is absolute genius. Each of these short stories could and does stand on its own, but it is amazing how they work together to produce such a strong sense of loss and longing.
I don’t really have anything to compare it to at this point. I should read more short stories, because I’ve started writing short stories as well, but I haven’t completed one yet.
What does it mean when someone says “it’s alright, we still have the whole semester, and you have a paper to write anyway?” Someone said that to me. I’m so unsure of everything.
I kept tearing up while reading Love Medicine and thinking about ways to write the next nonfiction work I have to complete by Monday. I don’t know what’s going on, but I feel like I’m discovering more of myself, which is producing a severe case of subconscious anxiety. I recently dreamt that my father committed suicide while at the same time attempting to kill me.