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103 pages, Hardcover
First published November 9, 2021
As always, it's tremendously difficult to talk about Comfort Me With Apples without giving away the whole game. From the jump, we ruefully laughed about how hard it would be to market a book with such a massive twist that we can only vaguely tell anyone what it's about beyond: You just have to read it. Trust us.
"I am happy, ████████*. How could I be otherwise? I am fed, I am housed, I am busy, I am loved."
Her voice catches on the last word.
“Do you want to know? It will do you no good. It will not make you happy. It will not make one moment of what is to come easier on you. But ask me, and I will give it to you.”I knew it! I knew there was a reason why the idea of Homeowners Association always creeped me out. Agreeing to live by the rules of predetermined immaculate front lawns and any color of your home as long as it is white to beige, let alone in a community perfectly gated off from the rest of the world — well, it’s sinisterly creepy when taken far enough. I’d rather have a yellow house with a bright blue front door, thank you very much, and I think Valente feels the same.
“[…] and that’s how she knows it all really did happen, she is alive and she is Sophia, alive and warm and real and in gross violation of her HOA contract.”
“Not that she complains—oh no, never, not Sophia, in whom the organ of dissatisfaction was somehow absent from birth.”