I like this paragraph in this reflection I wrote on Aleksandar Hemon’s The Book Of My Lives.
“We all have our own wars. And our childhood homes, no matter how much we love them, will be destroyed in some fashion by the mortar shells of time. Then they exist on only in memory. And Hemon’s stories and memories are all the more powerful for the degree to which they eclipse our own.”
From Heavy Feather Review.
joseph riippi 