Just tore through the new Ann Patchett book, Run. I nearly blogged its recommendation when I was only on page 28, but I thought maybe I should hold back, just in case. "What if page 29 is a dud?" I worried.
After recently rereading Bel Canto, I felt like this one was much in the same melodic tone. I have read nearly all of her books, but really didn't like the others. In these two, the way she reveals her character's secrets and their inner voices is so beautiful, so effortless, so much like how I think.
Someday I'll write a book just like hers, except, you know, better.
It's a guy thing
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