Less (Arthur Less, #1)

by Andrew Sean Greer

Any twenty-five-year-old who says the word refinance should be taken out and shot. Talk about love and music and poetry. Things everyone forgets they ever thought were important. Waste every day, that’s what I say.”

When do you leave?” He checks his watch. “I leave for the airport in an hour.” “Oh.” A sudden look of pain in those gold-green eyes. “I am not to meet you again, am I?”

Funny how I read this in tandem with “Black Swans” and the same sentiment was expressed: “‘I knew you were one of those girls who get turned on by my old favorite line,’ he said, ‘so I used it on you.’ ‘What’s your favorite line?’ ‘It’s, “I’m leaving on a plane tomorrow,” he said. Well, it’s true, just writing it down makes me feel weak in the knees …”

Just for the record: happiness is not bullshit.