5/9/2023 0 Comments A certain hunger book buy![]() ![]() My fingers grew stained with dye and caked with glue from the hot glue gun. I hauled myself to the craft store, bought hundreds of dollars of red, purple, indigo and black feathers, and painstakingly glued each individual feather to their thick cardboard frames. To embody Fevvers, I had to make myself a pair of glorious wings. I had written a book review or something for them, and I leapt at the chance to be a part of the project. The Rumpus, an indie literary website that was big about a decade ago, decided to make a “Women of Literature” 2010 calendar. More than a decade ago - before I got paid for my writing, before I started writing my novel, before I had the great good cheek to call myself “writer” - I dressed as Fevvers, your high-flying, deep-bosomed protagonist of Nights at the Circus. ![]()
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