By Audrey Niffenegger"It's late Sunday morning. I can hear the bells ringing at St. Joes's. Dad came home late last night: I think he must have stopped at the Exchequer after the concert; he was so drunk he fell down on the stairs and I had to haul him into the apartment and put him to bed. He coughs and I hear him messing around in the kitchen."
2 comments:
Sheila, this blog is awesome. I had no idea of its existence. I saw the movie yesterday :) I liked it... made me cry, now I feel like reading the book.
Salime, I bought this book to read as soon as I finish the one I'm into now. I'm glad you like the blog!
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