Shortly before the halfway mark of this book, there's a tiny story named Stir-Fry. It goes as follows:

I just threw my dinner in the bin. I knew as I was making it I was going to do that, so put in it all the things I never want to see again.

Stir-Fry is followed by a delightful seven-page story named Finishing Touch about throwing a little party (“I have so many glasses after all”), which I loved. After that comes Control Knobs, my favourite in the entire book, about the deteriorating knobs on the narrator's outdated Salton mini-kitchen.

I don't often read books of short stories. And, as I'm sure you can tell by now, this book is not your average book of short stories, either. But, it struck a chord. It moved me. Continue reading →