By a strange coincidence, a bird is depicted on the cover of the book I’m currently reading. Maybe it was an omen? A subliminal message?
I’ve reached page 80 of Teju Cole’s Open City, and it’s been a great read so far.
For those who don’t know the book, this award-winning story is a poetic meditation on love, race, identity, friendship, memory, history and dislocation.
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