What he took pleasure in - she had never seen this so clearly, and at first she could hardly credit it - was her own constant company, and he hurried to share small things with her, saved stories and cartoons from the newspapers to show her. If he was developing an Arbuthnot-like avidness about the most local and minute events, it was only for her sake. It was exhausting to see how much he lit up when she came through the front door.
- The Northern Clemency, Philip Hensher
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I saw this book on the shelf the other way, and recalled your tweets about it. :)
It wasn't the most exciting book. More of a creeper. But it lingers, even now. I like it.
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