Less Is Lost (The Arthur Less Books Book 2)

casting the shadow of trumpet vine across the bed, evoking a memory to anyone watching…but Less is already unconscious, already halfway to Palm Springs.

Realizing we are no longer in love is not the heartbreaking sensation we imagine when we are in love—because it is no sensation at all. It is a realization made by a bystander.

I understood that happiness is within our grasp if we reach for it.

Only a fraction of the old magic remains, and impostors are everywhere!”

In the middle of their time together as a couple, when the hazy spell of early love had faded but the mist of disillusion had not yet settled over them, a romantic period whose ordinariness can sometimes overshadow its clarity, which has its own beauty, Robert took Less to Provincetown.

That’s all we have. We must celebrate them. Remember that. I don’t care who you love, but if you love someone…if you love someone, you have to love them every day. You have to choose them every day.”

The old man looks out at the smears of rain vibrating on the window glass. His smile fades. “But Arthur, there is hope.” The great author quietly says:

within this nested set of Vlads, completely concealed, is Vlad himself, carved from a single piece of wood, Vlad the Lad: the nut Dorothy is searching for.

then a castaway in the wide ocean of possibility,