دانلود رمان انگلیسی “هیچ کس در مورد این صحبت نمی کند”

She opened the portal, and the mind met her more than halfway. Inside, it was tropical and snowing, and the first flake of the blizzard of everything landed on her tongue and melted. Close-ups of nail art, a pebble from outer space, a tarantula’s compound eyes, a storm like canned peaches on the surface of Jupiter, Van Gogh’s The Potato Eaters, a chihuahua perched on a man’s erection, a garage door spraypainted with the words STOP! DON’T EMAIL MY WIFE! Why did the portal feel so private, when you only entered it when you needed to be everywhere?