I read a short story in 2015 that left me staring at the wall in dumbfounded awe while I tried to absorb it. The story is ‘The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas’ by Ursula Le Guin, written in 1973. I’m not even going to try to sum it up, I’m just going to urge you all to read it, because within its many treasures is a profound and timeless question about every one of us.
Later on in the year I watched Ursula’s acceptance speech at the National Book Awards, and it confirmed that this year I have found someone very special to look up to as I take on new writing challenges in the coming year.
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