I’ve never read “Monsters at Templeton,” apparently Groff’s masterpiece with rave reviews posted everywhere by some mighty minds. But I picked up “Delicate, Edible Birds” at the library during a bird phase, where I blindly gathered only books with nature-driven artwork. I returned home to find three bird covers, one butterfly cover and one tree with a bird cover. Odd but true.
Anyway, I hadn’t realized the book was a compilation of stories, something normally unappealing to me, and didn’t begin reading it until I was finished with the others. But the first few pages in I was already gripped with intrigue, flipping pages like a madwoman. I’m jealous of Groff’s prose, how she wrangles words across the page. It’s commanding yet subtle. Her stories are devastating, beautiful, cold, heartfelt, all, depending on the page.
I’ll pick up “Monsters” on my next library trip and read anything else Groff writes.
10 Words or Less
Gorgeous prose elevate everyday stories of human shortcomings.