I’ve totally lost myself in this book. Donna Tartt is worth the 10 year wait. I read a review which said she describes her work as “painting a wall sized mural with a paintbrush the size of an eyelash.”
I guess the book has also rekindled “old master mania” with people lining up around the block to see the painting that figure in the book.
For midnight meals in front of fire
Suki contemplating snow
More winter nights tables.
(Source: angrymargarita, via woodennest)