On beauty by Zadie Smith
They are the damned and so their sadness is perfect, delicate as an egg placed in your palm. Hard, it is decorated with their face. I was apprehensive coming into this book purely because of the size of it! After…
They are the damned and so their sadness is perfect, delicate as an egg placed in your palm. Hard, it is decorated with their face. I was apprehensive coming into this book purely because of the size of it! After…