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the Hart Crane we’d been reading in English. Brooklyn Bridge.
Donna Tartt • The Goldfinch: A Novel (Pulitzer Prize for Fiction)
For in the deepest, most unshakable part of myself reason was useless. She was the missing kingdom, the unbruised part of myself I’d lost with my mother. Everything about her was a snowstorm of fascination,
Donna Tartt • The Goldfinch: A Novel (Pulitzer Prize for Fiction)
