The whispers of the night collided in his head, causing him to tremble beneath the thin, worn sheet. His bed was narrow and hard, held together by wisps of wood that he had pulled from the pile of throwaways behind the furniture factory. His ears were burning and he knew that they were speaking of […]
Chimamanda is at it again… One of my favorite authors has a new book out, and I cannot wait to read it. She touches on hair as a writing inspiration and, more interestingly, paints hair in all its varied forms as an independent but importantly subtle character.