THE SUPREME MACARONI COMPANY Book Review
I spent the last 50 pages of The Supreme Macaroni Company bawling my eyes out. We're talking up at 6:30 in the morning, lying in bed, and flanked by a box of tissues and a wastebasket. I was crying so damn hard that my cat charged down the hall to see what the hell was wrong. (My husband, meanwhile, slept through the whole thing. Bless.) Before those last pages, though? The Supreme Macaroni Company was really, really good. ...