"It was a big old pleasant high school gym, built in the twenties and not much disturbed by renovation. The iron rafters met at a shallow angle at the roofline, and the tall windows were made up of a dozen big panes, each reinforced with chicken wire, and the two ancient clocks sat on opposing brick walls, ratcheting their works forward with an audible whir, his clunk. The gym smelled nostalgically of varnish, sweat, and paint, but it was not an obsolete shabby place."

Michael Byers Long for this World

The minute I read that opening paragraph, I had to buy the book and it hasn't been a let down. Talk about lyrical, Byers exudes it.

Now reading:
Michael Byers Long for this World

On deck:
Steven Heighton The Shadow Boxer

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Baseball Tonight on ESPN