Read Any Good Books Lately?
I like writing that pulls me in so hard and far that I get lost and have to climb my way out wondering what day it is and what I forgot to do. I like writing that eases me forward, throws me back, carries me to the top of the roller coaster and suspends me there for a moment before catapulting me back down, screaming, hanging on for dear life. I like writing that washes down over me like a warm spring rain from heaven and growls and gurgles up from the depths of hell. I want the intrigue of a Rubik’s cube that – in the end – pulls itself together in such a way that I have to take it all apart again to find out what happened and how. I want writing to chew on like a blue rare steak and for dessert – slides down my throat like silky warm fudge sauce with whipped cream. I want writing to surround me like a warm bath, then, pull the blankets up around my shoulders, tuck me in and sing me to sleep.
Maraya Loza Koxahn
