of other pages left to read. That first line did not disappoint. The first line alone was worth the postage and the time spent waiting for the book to arrive. It had again captured my head in just the same way that the first passage had.
At the next red light I read a little more, starting at the beginning to soak it in once again. IT WAS INEVITABLE: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love. I knew I was in for it. A book I once again had to finish, one I would read to the exclusion of all others, to the exclusion of everything else. And there I would find a whole new world that would stay with me forever and characters that exude those qualities I desire to possess.