A Ferocious and Passionate Defense of Women’s Fiction

Off the Shelf By Abigail Tarttelin    |   Wednesday, June 24, 2015 Every time I read Unless, I fall into it. Knowing that descriptions like, “It is late afternoon, early October, the sky darkening, and the lights in the old Orangetown Library already on. The smell of waxed floors is particularly sharp at this hour; it must be the heating system that triggers it,” await me, I open it, sigh, and sink into it like a stone into water.... READ MORE