This was an ok novella written by poet James Schulyer. It didn't blow my mind away, but its simplicity was kind of beautiful. It's about a brother and sister who go to their uncle and grandmother's house. It is told mostly through Guinevere's diary. The book tries to get into the mind of children and their attempts at understanding the world around them. Some of it was funny. I read from New York Review Books all the time. They really do uncover treasures from the past. I haven't found one of their books yet that wasn't worth reading.
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