Beth Anne’s Reviews > The Moon Without Stars > Status Update

I thought about how silence in an elevator with strangers was excruciating, even just for ten seconds, but with [a friend] hours could pass with ease.

Book doctor. I could write literary prescriptions, give people books that might speak to how they were hurting. Language as a balm for emotional wounds. Words as anchors when people felt adrift. I wasn’t going to solve anything necessarily, but I could always make things a little better than they were before.