At The Stroke of Midnight

What can’t be cured must be endured… And rightly so. ¬†Because I was reading Midnight’s Children¬†(Salman Rushdie) with a reading buddy, I couldn’t just stop, even if there were times when I wanted to, because Saleem, the novel’s gregarious narrator, had a way of beating around the bush. So I persevered, and finished reading the…