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But the ten-times-fingering weed to hold you down in the dark where the tide has rolled you
I left the house to meet my mother for ice cream and pick up my copy of Forrest Reid's Brian Westby (1934) from Porter Square Books and there was a box on my front steps.
One copy went home signed with my mother. I'm keeping the rest. They have made this day much, much better.
One copy went home signed with my mother. I'm keeping the rest. They have made this day much, much better.
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Thank you!
I'll be interested to hear what you make of Forrest Reid.
I enjoyed Brian Westby! It recasts a real-life relationship on the author's part in a way that could have been creepy but comes out far enough from roman à clef that its characters are their own people and the reader can be interested in them without feeling like eavesdropping. The language can be very beautiful and it is very much concerned with the atmosphere of the sea.