Something glorious happened this weekend, friends. I also inherited seven other glasses exactly like this but with different poisons written on them. Before they belonged to me, they belonged to my great-grandfather, who loved Rafael Sabatini and, apparently, novelty highball glasses. It is really too bad that he and I never met. Over the weekend, I finished up Lamar Giles’s Endangered and Prudence Shen and Faith Erin Hicks’s YA comic Nothing Can Possibly Go Wrong, then plunked myself down on a sofa and read Åsne Seierstad’s One of Us: The Story of Anders Breivik and the Massacre in Norway in…
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