"It was very bad. One midnight I went out and dropped four hundred fifty-two letters down a storm drain."
He laughed. “Four hundred fifty-two!”
"It was a long engagement. A policeman saw me and came over to ask me what I was doing. I told him I was throwing away four hundred fifty-two love letters and one cheap ring."
I’ve been working 6 days a week, juggling 3 different jobs. Unsurprisingly, I’ve had barely any time to relax- let alone open a book and make myself a cup of tea. Anyway, as embarrassed as I am to say it, I am halfway through my first book of the summer, Home, and this short excerpt on pg 119 really had me. Marilynne Robinson is truly gifted.
I really hope you come find me.