Friday, April 8, 2011
Already impatient for summer, I also weep for its flowers, knowing they must fade.
In a little under 7 months, I finally turned the last page on Saramago's The Year of The Death of Ricardo Reis. Best thing I've read in some time. Sad to see it go. I think I'll read Fernando Pessoa's Book of Disquiet next.
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