A Bicultural Upbringing Is A Rich But

I Am Drawn To Any Story That Makes Me Want To Read From One Sentence To The Next. I Have No Other Criterion.

Fiction Is The Only Way I Know A Human Being Can Inhabit The Mind Of Another Human Being.

She Supposed That All Those Years Of Loving A Person Who Was Dishonest Had Taught Her A Few Things.

In Fiction, Plenty Do The Job Of Conveying Information, Rousing Suspense, Painting Characters, Enabling Them To Speak. But Only Certain Sentences Breathe And Shift About, Like Live Matter In Soil.

On A Sticky August Evening Two Weeks Before Her Due Date, Ashima Ganguli Stands In The Kitchen Of A Central Square Apartment, Combining Rice Krispies And Planters Peanuts And Chopped Red Onion In Bowl.