Timeless Classics
At the end of A Gate at the Stairs, our narrator says, “Reader, I did not even have coffee with him,” a variation on a common phrase which, after 23 years, I prefer to read as “Girl, I did not even have coffee with him,” thus solidifying my relationship with the protagonist of the story. It’s like we had just been talking smack for the past 200 pages, an activity I partake in only second in regularity to reading.
I have nothing more to add to what is already a perfect blog entry in itself.
