Another book without a straightforward happy ending. I liked it, so I guess I'm a confirmed sucker for emotional suffering. It's an easy read, a short and poignant novel from the perspective of a middle-aged college professor re-living his first love to a beautiful dancer, the all-consuming mad mad lose sleep type of love, and how his entire life has been shaped by this youthful exuberance.Any book with astronomy in it gets extra high marks from me, and this is no exception. I should mention that the author has a fascination with the female breast (hey, I'm just relaying what's in the book).
Stirring and touching. The man writes like a younger Chet Raymo.
I've added a bit to my post of March 28.
[Why I read this book: author's name keeps popping up, so was curious, and saw it for cheap at the Borders Outlet]

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