One of my favorite childhood books--I still have my copy in a box of treasures--which seems very much worth calling attention to tonight. Big, big love to my parents for putting this book in my hands, and this message in my heart and mind, so very early.
"...and felt, for the first time, what she would often feel with him: a self-affection." I love that characterization--and the implicit idea that all positive human relationships should inspire self-affection (so beautifully different from self-centeredness, self-obsession, selfishness.)
This is a book that's too important not to read, but so angry-making it's difficult to read.
I love every damn person in this book, and I love that the perspective shifts from one chapter to the next.
Halfway through. Just as stupid-good as everyone says it is. David Mitchell needs to watch his back...