I'm not a fan of short stories. I prefer a novel. Short stories are really only novels that have just been shortened.
I had to read as many short stories as possible for my university course and browsing the shelves of the local library thirty minutes before closing I came across this. Carol Shields. The name rang a bell but I couldn't quite place her. I'd certainly not read any of her novels. I decided to get the book out. I liked the cover (I've got a thing for autumn leaves in the way they remind me of cold autumn days - I'm very sentimental like that). Before I got this book out (it was hardback and my bag was already heavy) I decided to read the first short story to ensure lugging it home wouldn't be a waste of time.
I became instantly hooked by the story. It was different, experimental. It kept my interest and I was eager to finish this one story so I could run to my flat and sit down with the whole collection, devouring each story like a greedy woman with a box of chocolates.
The stories appealed to me because they were exquisitely written and of interest. Carol Shields finds interest in the mundane, painting something so ordinary and dull into something magical, a little miracle. All her stories have meanings, little twists at the end. They're touching but but don't lay the sentimentality on with a trowel.
After having taken this collection of short stories back to the library I headed to my local book shop and bought it. I couldn't be without it. Whenever I am bored or low I turn to it. It is my bible.
A good short story can knock you off your feet with its amazingness. Carol Shields has knocked me off my feet and I'm still struggling to stand six months later.