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Finally started this one that’s been hanging around for a while.
Why did I start reading it?
I’ve had this for a while now, and it’s been out for even longer. Long enough for the hype to die down so I don’t hear about it so much anymore. Which means I can finally read it. 😁 I started reading it because I had nothing I particularly wanted to read and this looked nice on my shelf for a sunny day. I actually started it once a while ago but the first incident with the Hollywood waxing made me too sad and I had to stop at the time.
Where have I gone?
(UK English) Words I’ve Learned:
Lemon-colored explosively fizzy boiled sweets – apparently called sherbet lemons?
Lines that linger
The streets were all named after poets – Wordsworth Lane, Shelly Close, Keats Rise – no doubt chosen by the building company’s Marketing Department. They were all poets that the kind of person who’d aspire to such a home would recognize, poets who wrote about urns and flowers and wandering clouds. Based on past experience, I’d be more likely to end up living in Dante Lane or Poe crescent.
“I marveled at the generosity of those humans who performed intimate services for others.”