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“One of Eleanor Swanson’s new poems begins with a headline: ‘Girl sees flash, finds / meteorite still hot.’ It’s a perfect description of the poems in this extraordinary collection. Each is a flash of memory, and thanks to the poet’s skill, each poem radiates a warmth both otherworldly and familiar. We’re made of star-stuff, the poet seems to say, and only by staying in touch with that fact can we know our worth and comprehend the worth of others. This is why entering Memory’s Rooms, though harrowing and heartbreaking at times, is also such a healing experience—an experience that will leave readers feeling thankful to Eleanor Swanson for inviting them in.” —Joseph Hutchison Thread of the Real
“One of Eleanor Swanson’s new poems begins with a headline: ‘Girl sees flash, finds / meteorite still hot.’ It’s a perfect description of the poems in this extraordinary collection. Each is a flash of memory, and thanks to the poet’s skill, each poem radiates a warmth both otherworldly and familiar. We’re made of star-stuff, the poet seems to say, and only by staying in touch with that fact can we know our worth and comprehend the worth of others. This is why entering Memory’s Rooms, though harrowing and heartbreaking at times, is also such a healing experience—an experience that will leave readers feeling thankful to Eleanor Swanson for inviting them in.” —Joseph Hutchison Thread of the Real