There was sadness in her, of course, but she didn't wish to crack like fine china either. She could not wither away. In the world of the living, one … - Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Thematically, I like to write quiet stories. I’m not a bang-bang kind of writer. I love, love Shirley Jackson. Stuff that is slow and builds up layer by layer. Sometimes my mother makes fun of me because of that. She’d rather that I have more shooting and spaceships going woooosh.

In my experience, the term magic realism is often overused and stereotypical, spoken without much thought.

I wish we had more nuanced, complex conversations about books. Why can’t we speak in expansive terms about genre and aesthetics? About mood and texture? About things that fit into categories and the ones that defy them?