I hated the main character. Until I realized she was me.
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I hated the main character. Until I realized she was me.
Read MoreβI remember now that my father once said that great events have a way of happening uneventfully.β
Read MoreToshikazu Kawaguchi adapted this slim novel from a play, and I can envision it unrolling just as wonderful on the stage as on these pages. Kawaguchi takes a sci-fi idea and makes it commonplace - in this particular cafe, in one particular seat, one can visit the past.
Read MoreβEven if he didnβt carry the scent of leaves disintegrating to mud at the bottom of a river, the aroma of the bowl of bayou, heavy with water and sediment and the skeletons of small dead creatures, drab, fish, snakes, and shrimp, I would still know he is Riverβs by the look of him.β
Read MoreβYou and I may not live to see the day, and my name may be forgotten when it comes; but the time will arrive when great outbreaks of cholera will be a thing of the past; and it is the knowledge of the way in which the disease is propagated which will cause them to disappear.β John Snow.
Read MoreBrown is a naturally descriptive writer, making his memories of Africa a treat to read; his anecdotes are imbued with a great sense of humor that make you think this would be a pretty fun guy to chat with.
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