The snow is particularly heavy this winter. At night, it gets so cold that the windows freeze over. This may be weird to say, but sometimes I feel like everything is frozen over. I don’t remember the last time felt warm - or loved. Love was always something I couldn’t master. It fucking sucks. But I keep going anyway. She is somewhere out there.
- Lullaby by Chuck Palahniuk
- On Love by Charles Bukowski
- The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury
Alone at a Party
I dressed up for this. Got out of my pajamas. Even put makeup on. Every year, around this time, I get invited to a party. Sometimes there are people whose name I’ve known for years but never really knew. Sometimes there are people who I used to know but are now strangers. Sometimes, I even enjoy myself. But there’s always this moment when I look around at the room, warm and cozy with sparkling lights from the Christmas tree, the faint smell of butter and cream, and I wonder why I am here.
- Haroun and the Sea of Stories by Salman Rushdie
- The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion
- Before We Are Ghosts by Lixin Tan
Roar of the Fireplace
Sweet candles. Clothes thrown on top of the dresser. Roaring fireplace. Half eaten bag of hot cheetos. Cheap wine. Overflowing laundry basket. Fuzzy socks. Dog hair everywhere. Fuzzier blanket. Construction outside the window at 9 pm. Jazz music. Netflix asking, “Are you still there?” A real night in. I’m not Martha Stewart.
- The Girl in the Flammable Skirt by Aimee Bender
- Sphinx by Anne Garréta
- The Universe of Us by Lang Leav