Me, Who Dove Into the Heart of the World – Sabina Berman

A liquid lilt to her prose, I am swimming, watching faces for clues-grains of sand in deep, her spirit a salted wound.

The Hangman’s Daughter – Oliver Potzsch

It’s 17th c Bavaria -The Executioner is near & he brings his black bag, keep an eye on his daughter, see how she runs.