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384 pages, Paperback
First published September 6, 2011
I've often compared reading anthologies to mining. Sometimes you find a rich vein, other times you find an inferior vein. Perhaps this particular book is like archeology. In archeology, you may find some historically significant artifact, but most often you find broken potter, trash or coprolites (that's fossilized poop, fyi).
There are a few good stories, in here, but by and large there are very few examples of good writing here. Many are juvenile and seemingly obsessed with bodily functions and especially sex. I have no problem with relationships that form and evolve in the course of the plot to something more, something physical. Some restraint should be used, if all of you ever eat is chocolate, a) you'll die of malnutrition, and b) you'll get sick of it after a while. Some of these stores are a lot like too much chocolate, only they don't taste that good the first time around and it doesn't take a lot for you to get sick of them.
He doesn't understand what it's like, to hover at the edges of the light while he spends each day within shining distance of their eyes. I've seen my eyes in still pools after the rain. They have two different colors, blue and brown, but they're mismatched and never shine. Even if I bring a fire right by my face, evern if lightning strikes a few feet away, they never shine.