Have you ever seen that Vince Vaughn movie “Wedding Crashers”? No, me either. But the dinner I went to on Friday night made me feel like I was in the prequel “Engagement Party Crashers”.
*Disclaimer: at the time of writing this review, I have not finished reading this book, and may never do so.
E M Forster wrote Where Angels Fear to Tread at the age of twenty-six. I read it aged twenty-seven, and keenly did I feel the stinging rebuke of having squandered my young life. This, the follow-up, written when Forster was twenty-eight, has been restorative of my self-esteem to say the least.
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