Book Review of THE SUPREME MACARONI COMPANY
I want you to know that I spent the last 50 pages of The Supreme Macaroni Company bawling my eyes out. We're talking up at 6:30 in the morning, lying in bed reading, flanked by a box of tissues and a wastebasket, and crying so damn hard that my cat came charging down the hall to see what the hell was wrong. (My husband, meanwhile, slept through the whole thing. Bless.) Before those last pages, though? The Supreme Macaroni Company was really,...