When Alice Munro won the Nobel Prize for Literature I asked my abuela (who has read every single one of her books) where I should start with her, and this is the one she lent to me. Now, six years later, I have finally read it, and my only regret is that I didn’t do it sooner. Here are 10 stories on women’s relationships with men (how they change and how they corrode) where Munro compacts novels into 30 pages, emotional climaxes into single sentences, each time making it seem effortless, weaving stories of not-quite-heartbreak that always leave a small pang in the chest regardless.
— David