by Louis Begley, George Guidall
”She wore the smallest of bikinis. Strings around her waist and between her legs that held in place a triangle of red cloth. Two smaller triangles of the same cloth attached to strings covered her nipples. Unbroken, luxurious tan; a salacious invitation to dream of the hours she spent lying in the s...
this book confirmed that i don't like his writing style at all. but it also clarified more about why i didn't like about schmidt. he writes about this main character that is a petty, annoying, unlikeable man, which is an ok thing to do. but he gives us no insight into his motivation or into what ...
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