A few years ago I saw a young woman crying into a paperback on the morning train. I had a travel pack of tissues on me and cautiously slid one...
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11 Contemporary Novels Where Nothing Really Happens (And That’s the Point)
I go to the beach most days. Same spot. I drop my backpack on a white rock, take off my shirt, wade in. Waist deep, I dive — surface on my back —...