Reading Vizma's nearly square, nearly 4 inch book is a bit like looking through someone else's box of photos and love letters at a car boot sale. You believe everything and can imagine more. From the envelope that implores me to remember, remember, remember, the casual stance of the hero and the hat that suggests leaving as well as a time long gone made me want to tear the envelope open. The upturned wine bottle and the hand next to the stamp with the laden down car, the birds and the words, 'road trip' make me hanker for the open road. I'm already primed, longing and a tiny bit nostalgic before I even begin. the book is a delicious read that tells me a story and makes me care about the characters, and suspend all disbelief.
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