Lockande inledning:
It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer. Everything fades: the shimmer of gold over White Cove; the laughter in the night air; the lavender early morning light on the faces of skyscrapers, which had suddenly become so heroically tall. Every dawn seemed to promise fresh miracles, among other joys that are in short supply these days. And so I will try to tell you, while I still remember, how it was then, before everything changed – that final season of an era that roared.
Anna Godbersen, Bright Young Things
Jag skulle nog inte ha plockat upp den här om det inte vore för Navessas femstjärniga recension. Hittills riktigt underhållande!
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