Quinn’s piece stands out because its every idea is so toxically spoiled and vain that reading it aloud to a parakeet and a small child in an unventilated room would make both of them drop dead.
You don’t always get a comparison this original…
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The ever-eternal reading list gets amended. Again.
About to finish South Riding, by Winifred Holtby. It’s set in an — I hope — not too fictionalized Yorkshire Riding. It’s more of an ensemble book, not singularly focused on an educator as the one and only main character, than To Serve Them All My Days by R. F. Delderfield, which is next on … Continue reading The ever-eternal reading list gets amended. Again.
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