After zipping through Gabrielle Zevin’s Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, I dove into her back catalog and picked up this book.
It was a perfect companion to my nighttime ritual: wind down an hour before bed, no screens that contain news or social media and avoid stories that would elevate my pulse too much.
This book went down easy breezy—a story about a man running an independent bookstore that learned how to start new chapters in life. It checked the boxes but sped up and veered a little toward the end. Totally fine, and now a major motion picture! (The film, panned by critics yet favored by a handful of folks is also likely my cup of tea.)