![]() ![]() And just for the record… he was totally wrong. My favorite books are like my friends-if you don’t like them, just don’t hang out with them. If I give you one of my favorite books and you hate it, that’s fine. But even I have my limits-and talking trash about books I love is one of them. Anyone who knows me knows how much I believe in freedom of expression. The historic detail, the violence, passion, and gloom-everything I loved about it, he hated. ![]() The next time I saw him, he said he was 50 pages in but didn’t think he was going to read any further. I told him to let me know if he loved it as much as I did. I needed to give someone else this feeling, so I passed the book on to a friend who was also there that weekend. When I finished, I wandered around in a daze, almost unable to speak. I knew I should go in for more sunscreen, but I just couldn’t stop reading. I remember flipping page after page as my skin burnt to a crisp. A few summers ago, I was staying at a friend’s beach house for the weekend and found myself beyond obsessed with a novel called As Meat Loves Salt by Maria McCann. ![]() I have a confession to make: sometimes, when I’m reading a really great book, I can get a little carried away. ![]() I’m Will Schwalbe, and this is But That’s Another Story. ![]()
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