I LOVE ...

 


… discovering a new author who knocks me for a loop when I inhabit a new world that makes my day juicier. Saint of the Narrows Street - bad title, great book. William Boyle. Brooklyn. Richard Price-y. Melodic, short, crisp, layered sentences … 

He hides a lot meanness behind how handsome he is. 

She imagines saying “I do” during their vows and wants to puke. 
 
He's being handled like a broken butterfly by a monstrous child. 

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