I vaguely remember something from the very first scene of a book - all the rest is completely gone, including the author and the title, but here's what does come up:
A woman is sitting in a room, reading a book. I think it's a hot day and she's in there for the shadow. She is eating Turkish delight and either little crumbs of it fall on the pages of the book, or maybe it's sand from when she was at the beach earlier.. Anyway, she carefully wipes something from the pages
- and that's it. For some reason I think it could be Sartre, but I don't know why. I'd love to read it again.
Anyone?
A woman is sitting in a room, reading a book. I think it's a hot day and she's in there for the shadow. She is eating Turkish delight and either little crumbs of it fall on the pages of the book, or maybe it's sand from when she was at the beach earlier.. Anyway, she carefully wipes something from the pages
- and that's it. For some reason I think it could be Sartre, but I don't know why. I'd love to read it again.
Anyone?