I’ve read this book several times. This time I listened to the audiobook with my wife on a long car drive. It’s the sort of book that speaks for itself. I feel like anything I try to say about it only detracts from it. It is, on its own, a perfect thing. Just read it.

Sammy still refused to admit to himself—at that irrelevant, senatorial level of consciousness where the questions that desire has already answered are proposed and debated and tabled till later—that he was in love, or falling in love.