After the Infinite Jest debacle, I needed something readable and The Girl Who Played With Fire fit the bill, even if it contained enough confusing Sweedish names to make me think I was reading something more dense than it actually was.But The Lovers. Oh, The Lovers. In the form of this short Vendela Vida novel, I got one of my best birthday presents of all this year: a really good cry.
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