art love
We've closed the last page on Persepolis, and oh my my what a wonderful trip it's been. We found ourselves missing more bus stops than usual, so deep we were in the thick of Marjane's world. And what a fabulous New Yorker-writin', Paris-livin' woman she became. Swoon. Sigh. Repeat.
And though we'll miss her she is always safe inside our brains as we keep on truckin'. We're knee-deep inside Allesandro's wide wicked rebellion at the moment, and we're loving every moment of it. A Soldier of the Great War is our Howster's favorite book in this whole wide thicket of life, and we see why. It's an epic, a great, a true love story with love and battle and the whole shebang, with philosophical meanderings seamlessly folded in throughout. It's one of the greats, and we don't want it to end.
Any new stories on your end, sparrows?
*j
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fresh from the library last night...but haven't cracked it yet. sacred games by vikram chandra. i'll keep you posted.
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