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Average rating3.7
I would have read this at the beach, except I'm not at the beach. I'm stuck staring down the deadline for a huge grad school obligation. Blah. But this was a fun bit of distracting fluff. Ryder Howe could have been obnoxiously pretentious (I think my roommate thought he was), but I found him droll. Just the right book at the right time, you know? And an interesting sliver of the deli scene in NYC, interracial marriages, and the inner workings of a hoity-toity literary magazine. Quite the cultural smorgasbord.