It’s a random Monday evening when I decide to read a book that I’ve saved for this time of the year. 2 hours and 130 pages later, I put the book away. Reluctantly. This is the kind of book that I would like to read in one night, but there’s another workday coming up. The next Sunday I have no appointments and I finish the book in another 3 hours. When I am finished I have mixed feelings. On one hand it’s one of the most beautiful stories I have read in a long time and on the other hand, I’ve just had a detailed glimpse of some of the most black pages in history.
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