The scene is this: A bookshelf, sagging. Rows upon rows of many-colored spines. And each spine’s title recalls specific, special memories…standing on a too-hot beach, confusion and fury all around (The Stranger)…seeing your kid-brother in everything you do (The Catcher in the Rye)…fire-crackering the town clock in an effort to stop yourself from growing up …Read More.
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