Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton
some thoughts and questions raised by Wharton’s wintry non-wonderland
some thoughts and questions raised by Wharton’s wintry non-wonderland
cold, sinister, spooky… enveloping like an envelope
unexpectedly not on holiday, I read something light
a perfect novella and a glorious personal essay
a great novel but mainly me whinging about winter
i read a book wrong / nothing compares 2 Proust
getting sad again in the bleak northern winter
back on old school bullsh*t
x, x, baby / you’re cold as x / didn’t have x cube so you bought vanilla x









