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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
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