A 10 minute walk in Prologue, 30 seconds of asking the cashier when stock of Lee Kuan Yew’s Hard Truths to Keep Singapore Going would come in, and seeing the woman shrug and say “Not sure, Miss.”, another 2 minutes of paying for Haruki Murakami’s Norwegian Wood, and now, 16 pages into it, I realized 2 things with startling clarity,
I’ve not read a book in a very long, long time.
and
I’ve not read a very good book in a very long, long time.
