31/07/2026
' "Old guy" my husband said in a low voice, his lips touching my ear, " near the exit sign"
" Stop it " the joke itself was old as rocks.
Jonathan raised his eyebrows " I'm serious. He kept looking at you in the ticket line, then he followed you through Medieval Art and now he's just standing there. Do you see him? He looks at you whenever you're not looking "
" Everyone cuts through Medieval " i said " it doesn't constitute stalking."
We were in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City, New York.
" I didn't say stalking" '
And so begins Whistler by Ann Patchett, a novel so gorgeous it will make your heart soar, I promise. π weekend reading sorted.
HarperCollins Publishers Aust
boobook on owen