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April Reads: Denis Johnson, Willy Vlautin, Chelsea G. Summers

The Largesse of the Sea Maiden by Denis Johnson

Dark and often hilarious, Johnson's final work unearths madness and desperation. 

Don't Skip Out on Me by Willy Vlautin

In this beautifully written and tender gut punch, we meet Horace, an aspiring boxer who never has a chance, but we root for him anyway.

A Certain Hunger by Chelsea G. Summers

A story about power, food, and fucking featuring Dorothy, whose carnal appetite includes eating her lovers.

The Night Always Comes by Willy Vlautin

Dreams don't come true in Lynette's world. In fact, she often lives in a nightmare. But her grit and determination make you believe that one day, she'll beat the odds. I certainly hope so.

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