It's staggering to think I've opened this book at various times over the past decade, but the facts back it up - this is the third book on my reading list, which I started in 2011. I remember these short stories - very short, relative to others - being the perfect length while waiting for and riding the Orange Line from Downtown Crossing to State; approval for this book might be the only thing I still have in common with that kid.
I read this last December as part of my annual rereading month, and perhaps the familiarity is responsible for a set of book notes with far more detail than usual - I was surprised to see I'd written short opinions on my favorite stories. I think I agree with my belated conclusion about 'Goodman', but should add that what's missing in my notes is the way certain moments from these stories have stuck with me over these years, and come to me rather unexpectedly - the little brother complaining when I see a blown offside call, the meaning of God's word as I circle a quiet pond, and of course, the truth of career aspirations anytime I see a bus close its doors on a running passenger... it's like a disease, I guess.
