Little Big
Just finished Little Big by John Crowley. I loved it so much I’m not starting another book for a few days which I haven’t done in years. The intergenerational family with a connection to an Otherwhere is a delight. The pacing, language, and character development are masterful. I can’t stop thinking what a great reading experience that was. It’s like I’ve been eating junk food and now have been introduced to a made from scratch feast. Little Big is from 1980. Something about the title led me to believe I might have read it a long time ago, but no. Dare I say it’s on my top 10 this year and it’s still January?
