From the indispossessiveness of David Steinberg:

Change and perseverance. Preposterous and indispensable. Anna Leventhal's "Moving Day & Other Stories," a specular collection from the ordinary out-of-the-ordinary, the familiar fantastic, might well have been titled The Montreal Trilogy. Bombing down the hills, careening through the streets on bikes, optimistic, and naive: It is summer. Moving Day is drinking beer on the patio, sweating in the heat, watching neighbours mow their lawns, catching pieces of others' conversations, not necessarily making sense of what was heard, not necessarily caring one way or the other. It is summer, and Moving Day is in the street jutting out its chin defiantly, in the kitchen preparing pain perdu, in over-alls, in summer dresses, indecipherable, indisposed, in the way. It is summer, and who knows if we're smiling from happiness or smiling from absurdity, but it is summer. And we are smiling.