The good-old-times, when neighbours left good - or at the very least readable - books in our building's lobby.
I picked up Lincoln in the Bardo because, well, it had recently won the Man Booker Prize at the time. I was also curious to see what linked Lincoln and one of the world's most known museums. I then found out it wasn't that kind of Bardo...
I was absolutely blown away by the depiction of President Lincoln, his grief and humanity in the days of his son's death. Way, way less so by the long sections dealing with young Lincoln's life (actually, can you really call it "life"?!?) in the Bardo - mystic fantasy is really not quite my genre.
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