On Sundays, She Picked Flowers

Beautiful, warm, violent, icy, intimate and distant all at once. I loved every high and low and I was surprised how the imagery carried me through the softer, slower parts of this novella. What an incredible project, shining Scholfield's strengths in narrative and prose while building a skeletal structure to offset some of Scholfield's weaknesses in rhythm and momentum in longform writing. Can't wait to see what she writes next, now that she's got On Sundays and Just a Little Snack as novellas under her belt.