from Tin House, #40
—I think when I die I’d like to be tied to ten thousand balloons, so I could go floating into the clouds...
This Story has a little of everything: an orphan, relocation to a strange country, a nice grandfather, a strange neighbor, a new school and new friends, a poodle and a fish and a white horse, considerations about life and death, bitter-sweet memories, some lovely language, and a little taste of something that is almost magic.
I can’t really begin to tell you what it’s about, but I can tell you that it’s good. Real good!

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