Then swept along by its rhythm and the emotional tumult of Frances’s life in Dublin, I came to its final shattering words: “Come and get me.” No one who has read it can forget the shock of that. I duly read it, at first perplexed by the biting, spiky dialogue and the internal thoughts of Frances, the young woman at its core. And I knew that no explanation was needed the message was, “Read this.” There would be something important about it. I recognized the handwriting on the envelope.
The book arrived in the mail, sent from Ireland by my late sister.
Log In Create Free Accountįive years ago, I read Sally Rooney’s first novel, Conversations with Friends, shortly after it was published.
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