Turbulence by David Szalay
Posted by Megan Power in
David Szalay,
PenguinRandomHouse
"They went down the stairs. It was still quite early, a few minutes after eight. They walked to the bus stop on Westbourne Grove. Clouds moved in the sky, the sun came and went, and as they reached the corner the wind dislodged blossoms from all the trees in the street."