I loved this book when it won the Flannery O'Connor Award for short fiction, and it is still a favorite collection that I return to periodically. Monroe's writing in these stories is like a wooden stake through the heart of a vampire. Here's the beginning of "Starbuck," one of my favorite stories in the collection: "I heard the explosion that killed Bo. The next thing I knew, Tad Lee needed formula because my milk was gone. Jewel hung on my leg. I smelled Bo's smell. And one day, a few weeks later, bent over mopping, I felt a hand on my neck and heard Bo say, clear as day, my name. When I came to, Jewel was leaning over me. I asked the doctor for Valiums. With some of the insurance money I bought a trailer and made Mama live in it in my yard. Soon, though, I stayed at the trailer and she took the house with the kids because I was working nights and, by then, selling speed."