sleeping isn’t easy nowadays
I hadn’t known he was in love with her; for months and months and months not even an unconscious questioning had risen up, and I usually had a sort of 6th sense of things like these. People. I was a good people reader. Read them like children’s books, reading the slight changes and emotions…
Just realized I read one of Katie Crouch’s books (the author of that Sylvia Plath essay I just posted and cried while reading) this comes as a huge surprise because I can’t honestly say that I have read a lot of books. At least not as many as I would like to say I have.
(I read Girls in Trucks probably 3 years ago when I randomly picked it off a shelf in the adult section at a library)
Katie Crouch, author of Abroad , on surviving the first tech boom in San Francisco and the importance of Sylvia Plath.
I am crying while reading this. This is so fucking powerful.
My heart feels heavy