Finished reading: Roads of Destiny by O. Henry πŸ“š

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˜…β˜†β˜†

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