“Time: the word tolled like the bells of a church. Fonny was doing: time. In six months’ time, our baby would be here. Somewhere, in time, Fonny and I had met; somewhere, in time, we had loved; somewhere, no longer in time, but, now, totally, at time’s mercy, we loved.”

This might be the most beautiful book ever written. James Baldwin’s writing is so wonderful. There were a few passages in this that genuinely took my breath away. Baldwin is a writer I’ve been meaning to read from for a while and I just want to devour everything he’s ever written now, but I also worry that none of his other work will hit me quite as hard as this did.