A Year in Reading: Beatrice Kilat

I didn’t sleep at the beginning of 2019. I had woken up in the new year, wide-eyed with shock and dragging grief with me over the figurative threshold separating then from now. I was delirious and awake and surrounded by incongruously colorful blinking Christmas lights, which would remain up until sometime at the beginning of February.

During that time of not sleeping, I was also not reading, or, rather, I don’t remember exactly what I read.

It’s likely that I re-read ’s . I am sure I opened , flipping directly to the short stories is Buried” and “The Most Girl Part of You.”