I found the story line of The Nest somewhat dull, but told in such exquisite manner that I was captured entirely in the telling, and found myself going back to read and absorb descriptions such as this: However he parsed it, his future in New York could only be a diluted reflection of his before, a white shade of pale. Evenness defined his present, the by-product, he often thought, of small minds and safe living. In his new after, there […]
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