remnant population:elderly farm colonist decides to be left behind when her family and all her neighbors get transferred to a different planet by the corporation that owns their colony. it’s very genteel and practical and relaxed in its own way and it’s certainly the only book of its kind when it comes to old age and autonomy and love for ones own wild self.
the hidden life of trees:a wonderfully conversational and accessible work about how trees fit together in a proper forest community and the ways and means by which they communicate and care for one another and what that looks like on a molecular level.
the silent gondoliers:a short little sonnet of a book in the same sunsoaked style as the princess bride that deserves to exist purely on the basis of its own lovelorn Niceness.
on the edge of gone: genre fiction trying to start a conversation with its own genre but not in a way that makes you wanna dunk it into the sun. autistic girl gets stranded with her alcoholic mum on the day of the apocalypse and has to contend with a world that doesn’t think people like her deserve resources. remarkably gentle and worthy of your time.
In the OTW October newsletter: kudos on the record-breaking membership drive; new milestones at AO3; lots of legal advocacy; and more: https://goo.gl/3Xhxgv
Long October by Handguns except you’re in a graveyard with your friends at 1:26 AM as some spooky Halloween excursion, and it’s playing from a radio that one of them brought. Some of those friends are dancing in the leaves, and you’re leaning against the cold stone of a mausoleums as a strong breeze chills and unsettles you. To try and calm it you accept a drink – and still, here and there, you swear you can hear someone whispering directly into your ear. You chalk it up to the alcohol.
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