Out Stealing Horses

That's where I've been.

(And please, no Nakul jokes.)

It's a scary thing, but I find that sitting down to review a novel means that I actually get more out of it than I would otherwise. It's as though having to say something about it forces me to think more carefully about what the writer was trying to say, makes me look for connections to other books / poems, helps me to go beyond the mere fact of how I felt about the book to articulate what it was about the book that I liked or didn't like.

Ah, the examined life.