then there are blackbirds

In the middle of inhaling Paper by Bahiyyih Nakhjavani and OMG. I don't know if part of this lushness is because I haven't read fiction in far too long, but it's so pretty and so luxuriously tactile. Also I approve of what are basically endless odes to paper ♥ and sentences such as "She was like an orthographical error in a derivative script." :D

(I know, I know, this is a sad excuse for a bookblog post, pls excuse the brainless.)