This book is in no way small. It’s a massive tome. Usually I hate the word tome — I think it sounds pretentious. But TOME is the sound the book makes when you set it down, however carefully. All of the pages kind of hum hollowly.

This is the first time in a LONG time, that I’ve stayed up past one to read, in the dark, with the booklight and only the gas fireplace on.

The Post-Birthday World has me in its teeth. I’d never heard of Lionel Shriver before, but thanks to Entertainment Weekly, I now do.

Who ever she is, she’s got it.