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Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories Angela Carter
Publisher: Penguin (Non-Classics)

I also recommend the collection of short stories The Worst Years of Your Life: Stories for the Geeked-Out, Angst-Ridden, Lust-Addled, and Deeply Misunderstood Adolescent in All of Us, edited by Mark Jude Poirier. It's fine heroes we are, who seek our fortunes on the Misty Isle.” He barked a laugh, short and without humour. It has Julie Orringer's "Note to Sixth-Grade Self," .. "Gravity" by Ann Beattie, one of my favorite writers. Burning your Boats by Angela Carter, is a collection of her short stories, and mostly not for the faint hearted. I just bought Angela Carter's "Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories", and it's making me want to dance, sing, burn everything I've ever written, and other crazy things. You MUST MUST MUST read The Boat by Nam Le. The most gorgeous, powerful writing ever. She had written the stories, I was told, that made up a large part of the film The Company of Wolves, so I borrowed the relevant collection of short stories, The Bloody Chamber, to have a look. We rode the rest of the boat journey in silence, though the sea became choppier, and the waves splashed into the side of the boat, such that I held on with both hands for fear of being swept away. Most writers would have a have a hard time making something original with the notion of a heroin addicted musician burning himself out and dying way to young. There are lots of ways to participate-just contact me with your ideas For me I find the best way to post on a collection of short stories, both in terms of benefiting possible readers or buyers of the collection and respecting the writer, is to post in some detail on a representative number of the stories and then . Though anything from "Burning House is wonderful. Somebody (thank you, kind person) recommended Nude over at the Postgrad Contemporary Women's Writing Network as a favourite example of contemporary women's short fiction. My palm was burned, and my hand curled, as if it was meant to carry a sword until the end of time.” I said, “You, with your hand.