There is something so intensely satisfying about finally reading a book that has been lingering on one’s TBR list for years and years. For the book to be as good as Bernice McFadden’s Glorious is just the cherry on top of an already almost perfect ice cream sundae experience. (I read another book that’s been on my TBR list for four years — The Pendragon Legend, by Antal Szerb — and learned that right now is not a good moment for me to be reading books published in 1934 with all the attendant sexism that implies. Ha ha I wanted…
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