When I was growing up, I couldn’t wait to bust loose. I thought the suburbs were for the bland of taste and I was an arbiter of style.
De Rosnay ends up diluting the historical importance of a fascinating subject with a sloppy and corny romance.
As the year winds down I go through my book shelves and make two piles; books that I’ve bought, read and won’t read again that I will give away, and those to sell to a used bookstore. My intention is to make room for more books.