Finished reading: Roads of Destiny by O. Henry π
Twenty-two stories, all good, and nearly every one ending with a trademark twist. The language is wonderfully vivid:
I never saw him looking so much like a tiger-lily. He was as beautiful and new as a trellis of sweet peas, and as rollicking as a clarinet solo.
After the first ten stories the formulaic style becomes a little tiresome, but there’s real genius here. Best dipped into when the mood strikes. β β β ββ