So you know, I've been all, "Brian Moore's The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne is one of the great heartbreaking novels of the 20th Century" for years now, and while you've always said, "You know, that Balk is not only devilishly handsome and a charming raconteur but someone whose cultural recommendations have never failed to make me feel satisfied, smarter and frankly better about myself as a person," you have then completely forgotten to pick it up. I get it. Stuff happens. Life gets in the way. The world is full of distractions. That is why, right now, I want you to stop what you're doing and click on this link, which will take you to a wonderful world where Brian Moore's The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne is available at 50% off. You would actually be extremely stupid NOT to buy it. Plus, could you deal with my being disappointed in you? (You should also pick up one of the Sciascias, probably the Svevo and almost certainly Dancing Lessons for the Advanced in Age, but I don't want to make things too complicated. Baby steps. Just start with the Moore and take it from there.) You're welcome.