What I’m reading: Dirty Love by Andre Dubus III

dirty_love.jpg.size.xxlarge.letterbox

“She’s snoring slightly. It feels like violation of her privacy to hear it. He’s sober now, or close to it, and outside the sliding doors the light has faded slightly. There’s the gurgling hum of the air-conditioning unit, the room comfortably cold. He thinks of his car back in the parking lot behind the Sea Spray Motel, its wood glue and tiling materials and steel pipe in the trunk. It’s not too late to at least repair the kitchen table leg, but he doesn’t want to wake this woman, and if he leaves he’ll be a prick.”


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *