Libby Henrickson’s Reviews > Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead > Status Update

Rereading after the shambolic experience of white teeth I needed something to remind me why I like to read

Here the sky hangs over us dark and low, like a dirty screen, on which the clouds are fighting fierce battles. That’s what our houses are for - to protect us from the sky, otherwise it would pervade the very inside of our bodies, where, like a little ball of glass , our Soul is sitting. If such a thing exists.