I'm reading The Hours by Michael Cunningham for my Skype book club that focuses on Pultizer Prize winners. Very fitting as I am also traveling to NYC (the book's setting) for work this week. New York is a city that I am happy to frequent, and be a somewhat privileged half tourist/half familiar of. I like being swept into its strange energy and pulsating humanity. And then I'm happy to return home, leaving its cut-throat crowded existence, it's "crush and heave" for another time.
