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I bet it would feel good as fuck to be the first person to lay eyes on a painting after hundreds of years of it being covered up. I need that.

"And then, God help me, on my first morning, in the first few minutes of my first morning, I felt that this alien northern countryside was friendly, that I'd turned a corner and that this summer of 1920, which was to smoulder on until the first leaves fell, was to be a propitious season of living, a blessed time."

This is how I feel about this book already, I think I'm going to love it!

The incessant millennial core humour is getting on my nerves

this guy did not know how to spell penstemon but I forgive him

Agnes reminds me of my mother and it's making me sad. I love you, Agnes.