Colored Television (A GMA Book Club Pick): A Novel

Lenny had always seen them as a pair of artists, which was the most feminist thing about him. He found her sexier the closer she came to reaching her full potential. He wanted them both to soar.

“Doogie Howser,

Jane set the cake down on the table in front of Ruby just as the birthday song reached its warbling crescendo. It was a cheap cake from Baskin-Robbins, Frozen-themed. She worried it was a tell that this house, even this shirt, didn’t belong to her. But maybe it was the opposite—maybe it made them seem more ensconced in this life, better, cooler—the

“Let’s get out of this place, Jane,” he said, in the same soft voice. “Let’s leave this country. It’s not going to go well. You know that. It never has.”

Her married sister always said serial monogamy was like being a slow-cooker ho.

gauche caviar

Jennifer Beals?”

And just this morning they actually had morning sex. She didn’t know how it had happened exactly. The sky was only just beginning to lighten, and one of them had rolled over and touched the other in just the right way before they’d fully emerged from their dreams. They’d made love just like old times, a sweet, somnolent love that built into a kind

deracinated.