I read somewhere that reading this book is like going on a date with the nice and quiet guy where you halfway through the date know that you are not going to see him again. And that pretty much sums it’s up.
HERE WE ARE AGAIN, I READ A WONDERFUL BOOK AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TELL YOU THAT I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT WITHOUT IT SOUNDING LIKE EVERYTHING YOU HAVE EVER HEARD ABOUT GOOD LITERATURE BEFORE, SOMEONE PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY, I BEG YOU
(That being said, Patrick Bringley wrote a beautiful, beautiful memoir, and if you have ever been to the MET, are interested in visual arts or have any inclination to ever spend a day at the MET ever, you better pick up this book. Readable, enjoyable, wonderfully human, and an unexpected new favorite.)