"Life does not consist of 'sort of'. Life consists of living. Living for yourself, for you.” (14)
These are a collection of soulful tales.
Colin’s words are a playful dance of poetry when describing the simplest of objects such as a shed. However, there also lies a glimmer of confusion and disparity. I mean, what kind of fool drills a hole in his head? Weird. One of the stories had a “Norman Bates” quality—a B&B keeper is still holding on to his dead wife….literally! I thought that was a good one since I love Psycho.
Although lyrical in prose, stories can be a little vague, which, I guess, can make them open to interpretation. All in all, I liked some more than others.
My rating: 3 stars