I finished Middlesex this afternoon. You know that sense of loss when you finish a book that matters? You know the ones that you feel grateful enough to have gotten the chance to read? Well that’s me. Walking around in a stupor. Went to the bookshelf tonight to figure out what to read next, and went “nope too soon”. I hope the next book I open comes close to the experience I had with Middlesex, but I have my doubts.
Not really related to anything we’re reading/gushing about right now, but for Karen, who was thinking of reading this. Which is to say, you probably should. :)
