This must be the place: ‘Night after sleepless night, I walk the floor and I want to know’
And so, we enter the whirlwind holiday season once again. Honestly, it feels like I was just in Knoxville, Tennessee, leaning against the bar on the second floor of the Preservation Pub in Market Square on New Year’s Eve when the clock struck midnight.
A fine first novel exploring loneliness
Loneliness.
Even the word, standing that way by itself, smacks of the pitifully sad and alone, forlorn.
