by Jan Morris, Ursula K. Le Guin
This is a much slower book than I'm used to. There's no plot to speak of--or rather, there is, but the viewpoint character is oblivious to it and so as readers we get only glimpses in the margins of Hav's furious activity and rising ride of social change. For the narrator it's all long siestas, musi...
damn you jan morris, that second part was like a laser-guided thermonuclear missile aimed right at my feels. ;_;
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