Snowflake

by Louise Nealon

The Blessings of the Graves is always a shit show, but this year’s is especially bad. The choir are trying to pass off Leonard Cohen songs as hymns. “Hallelujah” is blaring out through dodgy speakers. They’re on the verse about your one tying him to a kitchen chair.

Browsing in a bookshop is a lot like collecting shells on a beach on a really good day. I want all of them.