- The Goldfinch, Donna Tartt
vendredi, janvier 10, 2014
"In New York it would have been easy enough; I could have taken her ice skating, asked her to a movie or the planetarium. But I could scarcely see Saffi Caspersen sniffing glue or drinking beer from paper bags at the playground or doing any of the things that Boris and I did together."
mercredi, janvier 01, 2014
Last night. There was a flurry of velvet and sequins and sparkles. And whiskey smashes and champagne. And dancing to the Arcade Fire, grooving to the Jackson Five, and twirling to Sinatra. We danced on the couch and yelled when favorite songs came on. Happy people and close friends. People I love. And so begins my new year in New York.