It's Turning Out To Be A Bad

And For An Instant He Would Remember Naples: Sitting With Sasha In Her Tiny Room; The Jolt Of Surprise And Delight He'd Felt When The Sun Finally Dropped Into The Center Of Her Window And Was Captured Inside Her Circle Of Wire. Now He Turned To Her, Grinning. Her Hair And Face Were Aflame With Orange Light. "see," Sasha Muttered, Eyeing The Sun. "it's Mine.

They Were Snobs Or Idiots Or Both...yet She Was Inexplicably Crushed By Their Coldness.

I Felt More Doubtful Than Usual With 'goon Squad,' Because I Knew That The Book's Genre Wasn't Easily Named - Novel? Stories? Novel-in-stories? - And I Worried That Its Lack Of A Clear Category Would Count Against It. My Hopes For It Were Pretty Modest.

I Felt No Shame In These Activities, Because I Understood What Almost No One Else Seemed To Grasp: That There Was Only An Infinitesimal Difference, A Difference So Small That It Barely Existed Except As A Figment Of The Human Imagination, Between Working In A Tall Green Glass Building On Park Avenue And Collecting Litter In A Park. In Fact, There May Have Been No Difference At All.

Redemption, Transformation--god How She Wanted These Things. Every Day, Every Minute. Didn't Everyone?