I felt the tears come thirty pages from the end of Ann Patchett’s latest novel, Commonwealth. They welled just inside my lower eyelids for the duration. When I finished the book – after a long, dreamy spell of reading – …
I felt the tears come thirty pages from the end of Ann Patchett’s latest novel, Commonwealth. They welled just inside my lower eyelids for the duration. When I finished the book – after a long, dreamy spell of reading – …