Anxious People hit home for me straight from the start, when Fredrik Backman—one of my favorite authors—made a raw, vulnerable confession: “our lives simply carry on, the world spinning through space at two million miles an hour while we bounce about on its surface like so many lost socks.” That picture—of people not knowing where…
“Are you from the Purlieus?” the woman asked Luke at the breakfast table. “I am,” Luke answered calmly. The woman had no malice in her tone or expression. “And what about you?” her husband asked Kamrin. “I live here in Savannah as well, a little further west,” Kamrin answered, smiling at Luke. “He’s brought me…
Luke only stared down at him without speaking, but his next comment made Luke’s hands clench: “Lazy idiots. We’re poor, but you’re worse than we are.” _________________ “Luke, please, stop,” Kamrin pleaded, near tears again. It had been a while since they had resumed their night walk, but Luke was in the grip of the…