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I can never turn off my editor brain, which often affects my reading experience, but Bel Canto is so perfectly crafted, my editor brain has stayed quiet and let me just be a reader. Here’s a beautifully descriptive passage that I love: “It had been a beautiful party, though no one would remember that. White […]

He’s Clapton and coffee and old yellowed pages. He’s sheet music and apple pie with vanilla from a pint. He’s steaming showers and bars of Old Spice. He’s dark beer foam and hazelnut comfort. He’s whiskey and olives and ink-stained palms. He’s worn hardwood floors and hot sheets out of the dryer. He’s Thai food […]