
Random House, 2015
I have another shameful confession: Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights is the first novel by Salman Rushdie I’ve ever read.
Just like with Margaret Atwood, the absence of his other work in my reading history is another one of my biggest gaps.
And just like with Ms. Atwood, I wish I’d read some of his other work first.
I spent some time thinking about how to write a review of this book, how best to sum it up. Then I came across the New York Times review of it and realized that I can’t put it any better than they did. So I’m going to be horribly lazy and just link to theirs:
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