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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Mark Lee Webb’s It’s Not Easy Being A Moth harnesses the verve of a bildungsroman while culling together the fragmentary memory of a West Coast childhood in the early-Seventies. Blended with vivid snapshots of adulthood, all is spread out and observed like a collection of shells gathered from a day at the beach. Some of these moments are blurred with longing and fractured with anxieties. Others are present and wholly iridescent. -Jon Pineda
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Mark Lee Webb’s It’s Not Easy Being A Moth harnesses the verve of a bildungsroman while culling together the fragmentary memory of a West Coast childhood in the early-Seventies. Blended with vivid snapshots of adulthood, all is spread out and observed like a collection of shells gathered from a day at the beach. Some of these moments are blurred with longing and fractured with anxieties. Others are present and wholly iridescent. -Jon Pineda