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A Visit From the Goon Squad

A Visit From the Goon Squad is a novel that delves into the lives of individuals whose paths cross in the music industry. The narrative is structured as a series of interwoven stories, each focusing on different characters and their experiences over time. The book spans various decades and locations, reflecting the evolution of the music scene and the lives of those involved. more

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Jennifer Egan
Jennifer Egan

Jennifer Egan is a renowned American novelist, born on September 7, 1962. Her works are known for their unique narrative techniques and profound insights into modern life. Egan has won numerous literary awards, including the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction for 'A Visit from the Goon Squad' in 2011. more

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“Jeff opened blue eyes, grinned at me. “If you’re feeling left out . . .” I almost threw out an instinctive no, but I decided to throw him a bone. “Oh, Jeff. It’d be too good—you and me. Too powerful, too much emotion, too much heat. We’d come together and boom”—I clapped my hands together—“like a moth to a flame, there’d be nothing left.” His eyes glazed over. “Combustion?” “Totally.” He was quiet for a moment, his index finger tracing a pattern on the knee of his jeans. Then he nodded. “Too powerful. It’d destroy us both.” I nodded solemnly. “Probably so.” But I leaned over, pressed my lips to his forehead. “We’ll always have Chicago.” “Chicago,” he dreamily repeated. “Yeah. Definitely.” He cleared his throat, seemed to regain a little composure. “When I tell this story later, you kissed me on the mouth. With tongue. And you were handsy.” I chuckled. “Fair enough.”

“Haven’t had breakfast,” Jeff replied too casually. “Well, that’s just awful,” I noted, making this news sound dire, my eyes going to his hands. “No wife to fill your belly before a hard day of the God’s honest work of tackling crime?” Max’s head came up and he made a strangled noise which I hoped was him choking back laughter because he thought I was cute. “Nope,” Jeff answered through his grin.”