Stacked Up
Bustles columnist recommends a mix of old and new titles that pair well with introspection.
May is my favorite month, and I swear it isnt only because its my birthday month.
Does the answer really matter?
Regardless, it offers quietly poignant insights into love, grief, and what makes us human.
But for anyone with a high threshold for wackiness, its a brilliant, wild ride.
What I got was a mind-bending journey through the artists brain, at once intimate and interactive.
(Throughout the story, Ellsworth leaves space for the reader to give their name to the protagonist.)
