Come, see real flowers of this painful world. —BASHŌ.
Can this woman do anything less than perfection? I have yet to read a book of hers that I could even think of putting down. She approaches every topic from an unanticipated angle, and makes you think about things that would never have entered your conscious mind without her sardonic prodding, but once illuminated by her absolutely scintillating mind seem so damn obvious. I was 93% into this book before I realised that she has woven the symbology of historic quilt patterns into the story of Grace Marks. AND it's a true story. Mostly.
I am in awe of Margaret Atwood. She is the GOAT.
