The Hollow House

by Carlo Dellonte

I used to look across the street from my window through the windows of others, but none faced me directly so I could never see more than thin slices of rooms. People appeared from time to time, like pearl divers, briefly coming back to the surface for a breath of air I was in love with life after dinner, beyond windows that werent mine, of people I didnt know. From The Hollow House.

320 pages, Hardcover

First published November 23, 2001