About three quarters of the way through The Invisible Bridge I got up from where I was tucked into the couch and retrieved a few cookies from the kitchen. I left the copy of Julie Orringer's striking debut novel in the living room. I had been carrying the book around with me the past couple days (in a second bag, larger than my normal purse to accommodate its hardcover heft), and for the most part hadn't set it aside much. Read more >






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