What I'm Reading
The last few weeks I've been walking and riding the bus, and consequently, reading much more than usual, which is nothing to complain about. Yesterday and today I have been enjoying Ludmila's Broken English, which is impossible to put down. Pierre's elegant prose captivates me, one of my favorite passages below describing Ludmila in her bedroom after a figh with her familyt:
"Ludmila stood naked behind her curtain, fussing through the clothes in their musty holdall. Irina had hidden it outdoors overnight, dampening its contents. Ludmila rummaged idly, sucking in the malty dark of her home, the smoke of her vanished childhood. A blade of light crossed the room to burn the edge of the curtain; she drew the curtain back to splash herself in the light, flexing before her mirror to make it pool and play around her hollows and curves. She met herself staring, and pouted."
Just thought I'd share that little bit...
- Justin
