Her earlier book, “the Year of Magical Thinking” recalls the death of her husband.
By penning these experiences, she invited us, readers into her private chamber of grief (saving his shoes, wishing he would come back).
Man reads in order not to be alone.
Reading is listening.
One night, I was alone with Steve Job’s biography whose cover had his blank stare. It felt eerie!
Then on rainy nights, books keep me company.
It’s all there in black and white.
From Westminster to Wikipedia, we are the most blessed generation…
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