"And perhaps you wonder who am I to be running interference, to be acting as her translator and yours. Mine is the speech, the rhythm and rhyme of an old and peculiar man who has been locked away for too long, punished for pursuing a taste of his own." (The End of Alice, p. 11)
A.M. Homes is a brave writer. She dares to be cheerful (This Book will
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