My comedian friend once told me you can’t read a longing book when you’re longing. Or you’ll die.
The City and the Pillar by Gore Vidal had me reeling for days. I think I still am. I read it while listening to The Westerlies on loop over candles and my new favourite blanket I bought at a farmer’s market. This masochistic routine lasted three days before devouring its pages. The book is laid to rest now on my…
