About a week ago I learned that a friend from my freshman year of college recently published a book of short stories. I looked it up on Amazon, and made a plan to run to the bookstore to pick up a copy of “This Life She’s Chosen” (I can’t bring myself to pay shipping and handling when I live two blocks from Barnes and Noble). I didn’t get to it before my trip, but they had copies on display at the Whitman Bookstore this weekend, so I grabbed a copy Saturday morning while making my obligatory college paraphernalia purchase.
I packed the book in my carry-on, finished it with two hours left in the flight and sat until we landed in a state of awe at the piece of art that a girl I ate dinner with every night eight years ago has produced. The ten stories that make up the book are awash with glimpses of longing, joy, discomfort, compromise and love. These moments are so true, so perfect that I had a hard time remembering that their creator was the one with whom I got drunk for the first time in my life, before Winter Break in 1997.
I am floored by the depths of Kirsten’s gift, that precious ability to get the story out of her head and into ours.
What a completely lovely review of my book! I’m so touched that you liked the stories, and I can’t tell you how reading your words has made my day. Thank you!
Andrea emailed me to say that she had seen you at the Whitman reunion, and pointed me in the direction of your blog. I’m sorry I didn’t know earlier that it existed, as it’s been fun reading over it and “catching up” with you! I often think of you all (you and Andrea, Beth and Bridget and Sena) and hope things are well with each of you. I am sorry not to have kept in better touch after leaving Whitman, but please do know that I remember freshman year with so much fondness, and send you my best wishes.
Thanks again for the wonderful review — I’m so pleased you enjoyed the stories!
I meant every word of it!