I dropped my things and immediately cracked the first hundred pages. It was classic Knausgaard: endless descriptions of diapers changed, emails checked, and cigarettes smoked.

I dropped my things and immediately cracked the first hundred pages. It was classic Knausgaard: endless descriptions of diapers changed, emails checked, and cigarettes smoked.
The first line of a book always stays with me. I like to devour books, somehow imagining that I can climb into the book, become a part of the story as the ink on the […]