"The 40 cheerfully ominous stories in this collection feel like collaborations between Tex Avery and Franz Kafka." -- Publishers Weekly
"...lonely, haunting, and dreamlike..." -- Gary K. Wolfe, Locus Magazine
"One of a kind: a thoroughly entertaining antidote to rigid thinking and excessive seriousness." -- Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
"...loopy yet lovely..." -- Elle Magazine
"These stories are full of wit, humor, and heart, at times koan-like in their deceptive simplicity and focus."
-- Michael Patrick Brady, The Boston Globe
"Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day might be the best collection of wonder and amazement I have ever read." -- Michael Jones, Blogcritics.org
"One of the 10 Best Fiction Books of the Year."
-- Hudson Booksellers
There are 40 stories in this book. Here is one of them:
There once was a girl who was lost in a storm. She wandered this way and that, this way and that, trying to find a way home. But the sky was too dark, and the rain too fierce; all the girl did was go in circles.
Then, suddenly, there were arms around her. Strong arms — good strong arms. And they picked the girl up and carried her away.
When she woke, she was lying in bed.
It was a warm bed — very warm — by a roaring fire. The blankets were soft, and she was dry. She looked around the room. There were paintings on the walls.
There was a hot cup of tea on the nightstand.
Hello? called the girl. Hello? Hello?
A young man appeared in the doorway. He looked down at the girl with a kind, quiet smile.
Feel better? he said.
And she did.
The girl stayed with the man for quite a long time, until she had all her strength back.
I guess it's time for me to go home, she said, and she started to gather her clothes.
But when she got to the door, she saw the rain was still falling. If anything, it was falling even harder. So she took off her clothes again, and went back to bed, and lay in the man's arms a little longer.
This went on for a very long time, and eventually the girl grew very old.
And then one day she discovered on the wall by the door the switch that turned the rain on and off.
She stood there staring at the beautiful day outside, and then down at the simple little switch. She listened as the birds flew by the window, singing.
And then she turned and went back to bed.
In the night, that night, the man woke up.
Did the rain stop? he said. I dreamt it did.
And the girl put her arms around the man and held him tight.
It may have, she said. But it's all right.