I can barely pull myself out of the river that is the novel All the King's Men
. It flows, it swirls, there are rapids and calm waters. Huge boulders appear. The muddy banks come closer and then recede. Mysterious people appear on the shore. Some are smiling with happiness, some shoot looks of hatred.
My reading chair is my river raft and my life jacket is firmly buckled.
Wish me luck.
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