"What did I think?" Asks the prompt for this review. I think reading this book was a terrific waste of time. There's no real plot, there's no real resolution, there's no real anything except a man taking stock of his life during and after a divorce. There's a final scene that I thought would ...
How can one even begin to describe the symphony of words and ideas that this brilliant author has woven into a magnificent tale of life, love and the true meaning of having control over any of it? It's books such as this one that move me, they make my insides tremble and hands shake in anticipati...
In this compassionate, wise, and comical debut, Kate Christensen gives an engaging and authentic voice to a new generation of single urban women. Claudia Steiner never intended for her life to become such a disaster. At the age of twenty-nine she finds herself serving as secretary to an insane,...
Jeremy Thrane’s comfortable world is about to be turned on its head. Having for years been in the employ of his lover Tom, living in his New York home and running his affairs, he is about to be thrown out. Tom is now a successful actor, married to an even more successful actress, and for years Je...
I was back, but I wasn’t exactly back. It might have been the stress of the move and the strangeness of being only half here that caused me to succumb to the late-spring virus that had been felling the general populace.On awakening, I noticed first a strange taste in my mouth, metallic and foul. ...
“Hello,” she said. “Come in.” She stepped back and let Teddy and Lila enter. Teddy came in first, of course, striding past Katerina with her head held high like a ballerina’s, her spine, Abigail thought, almost unnaturally straight. Then came Lila, a plump, pretty woman with curly white hair, smi...
Her curfew was nine o’clock, but we were prepared to overlook her lateness, given the news we were about to spring on her.“Hello, Wendy,” I called when I heard her in the entryway. “We’re in here.”She took her time taking off her coat, hanging it in the closet, going into the kitchen, going to he...
On a very busy day, six or seven cars might drive by in one hour, most of them locals but some of them strangers taking the shortcut to Maine. “We have to get this road taken off GPS,” we griped, half-joking. “This is too much traffic.” And then, suddenly, one early summer day, there it was, head...
My sister Susan and I liked to dress identically in short-sleeved black leotards and cutoffs and sandals and high ponytails (I was a head taller than she was and wore a bra, but we laughingly decided to tell anyone who asked that we were identical twins) and prowl around the Walgreens in the Chri...