Cosas Que Leo #164: OLIVE KITTERIDGE, Elizabeth Strout

“Henry reached for her often those nights. She was certain he’d had no idea. He would have said something, because Henry was that way, he did not keep things to himself. But in Jim O’Casey there had been a wariness, a quiet anger, and she had seen herself in him, had said to him once, We’re both cut from the same piece of bad cloth. He had just watched her, eating his apple.”

Olive Kitteridge


Scribner, 2016 (publicado originalmente en 2008)

337 págs.

Cosas Que Leo #85: NORTHLINE, Willy Vlautin

“When she sat up she petted the dog and said, ‘Is it cold out there? You cold?’

‘It’s not so bad once you get out. But there’s no need for you to get up. You stay in bed as long as you want.’

‘I will then’, she said and smiled. ‘It sure is beautiful out there’.

‘When I got out of the hospital, when I was good enough to walk around, my uncle and I came out here. He’s got a small camping trailer. It was fall and colder than shit but we stayed out here week. During the day we’d just drive around. We’d explore, get firewood, go drinking at the bars in Gerlach. We’d drive up to Cedarville and Eagleville. We’d sit in the hot springs. Then in the evening just before dark we’d cook dinner, then we’d get in the trailer and try not to freeze to death. I was pretty damn down. I moped around an awful lot, and my uncle he didn’t know what the hell to do with me. But by the end of the trip I was a hell of a lot better than I was when I first got in his truck on the way out here. Everything makes better sense when you’re in the middle of nowhere.”



Faber & Faber, 2008

192 págs.