As soon as I picked up the parcel, my heart sank. The sheer weight of it gave the game away. Already I could unhappily picture myself struggling to hold it in one hand without straining a wrist while standing on the Piccadilly Line.
I’d ordered it after coming across a couple of positive references to it in quick succession: Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry.
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