She has a tendency to call dibs on my books, add them to her shelves/beside pile/endless stash of my previously loaned books, and I never see them again. I mean, I’ve made sure that I’m getting them in the will, so there’s that, but every now and then I think I’d like to see one or two of them again before her passing (especially since the women on her side are exceptionally long-lived). Trent Dalton’s second novel, All Our Shimmering Skies, reads like a fable […]