I didn’t notice the exact moment when I got caught up in this book. It’s not one of those that I fall in love with by the end of page one or two.
But by the time Michael jumped off a moving bus in London in a hopeless chase after Julia, forgetting the record he had struggled so hard to locate, I felt breathless and desolate.
**Note from Sunday: What a great comparision between music and food! You spend hours on preparation and its gone in such a short time!