Usually, after I finish a book, I turn the camera on and start blabbering away.
But occasionally, I read a remarkable book, and I put pressure on myself to deliver a coherent message to the viewer that this book is valuable.
The book is The Fixer (1966) by Bernard Malamud.
Nah because I know damn well that Ryle Kincaid is the scourge of society but it’s only chapter 7 and I love this man. This book will tear me apart @colleenhoover