Marilynne Robinson is one of my very favourite authors. When I first read Housekeeping I was grieved that, at the time, it was her only novel. Gilead was published in 2004 and I devoured it, but slowly, for it was treasure. There's another. I read about Home yesterday. Soon there'll be another. Lila will come out in the fall. This week I sat down with some of her essays, When I Was a Child I Read Books and tried to articulate for myself what it is about her writing that I love so much. I think it's that I feel elevated by it. She uses words like precious, reverence and awe. Her writing is beautiful. And when I read it, I know that I am beautiful. And you are too.
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