No, the real difficulty of living alone is that no one cares if you are upset. No one cares why a thirty-nine-year-old man has thrown a plastic tub of vindaloo across a room like a toddler. He pours himself a glass of merlot. - P19
Back in the kitchen, he sets Tamerlane across the table from him, props it against the chair where Nic used to sit. "Cheers, you piece of crap," he says to the slim volume. - P19