This week I posted about Nicole Krauss’s remarkable The History of Love, and there were too many beautiful passages to put in the review, but I couldn’t resist sharing them. Here’s a little bit of Love:
“Once upon a time there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where everything was discovered and everything was possible. A stick could be a sword. A pebble could be a diamond. A tree a castle.
Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a house who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was Queen and he was King. In the autumn light, her hair shone like a crown. The collected the world in small handfuls. When the sky grew dark, they parted with leaves in their hair.”