A couple weeks ago my mother told me that Junot Diaz, THE Junot Diaz, resides in a quiet neighborhood behind the spin studio I go to in Cambridge. I don’t know how she knows this, or how the person who told her knows this. But, I’m taking said person as a credible source (because This Is How You Lose Her).
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A few of my favorites from This Is How You Lose Her:
That’s the most we can hope for. Nothing thrown, nothing said that we might remember for years. You watch me while you put a brush through your hair. Each strand that breaks is as long as my arm. You don’t want to let go, but don’t want to get hurt either. It’s not a great place to be but what can I tell you?
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