Check out this description of a mother pregnant with her third child:
“A Québecoise Madonna, Frieda thought. Hips wide and soft, breast ample, an organic habitat for the young. Tiny baggies of Cheerios and crackers appeared from her pockets like so many loaves and fishes and her fingers dangled toys, pacifiers.”
The only problem with Ms. Leventhal’s work is its size. There's not enough of it. I felt like a man who was super hungry and finds himself in a tapas bar; never quite full, never fully satisfied and salivating for the next dish to quickly arrive. I wanted these stories to go on and on and often they were done before I was ready to leave the party. I can’t wait for Ms. Leventhal to produce her first novel.
Sweet Affliction. Sweet for sure.