#6 (2020) Constellations by Sinéad Gleeson

When I picked up Eimear McBride’s Strange Hotel in early February I also bought a copy of Constellations by Sinéad Gleeson, which I’d been wanting to read since it was published. It did not disappoint. I have come to think of all the metal in my body as artificial stars, glistening beneath the skin, aContinue reading “#6 (2020) Constellations by Sinéad Gleeson”