"...all she could hear was tango music, which she hated for its reminder of the days when she was free. When she was 18. When she went to clubs and danced the tango with a different man every night. Before she became this woman who witnessed life rather than experienced it." Paris, Rue des Martyrs by Adria J. Cimino (emphasis mine)
Isn't that he truth? Sometimes we feel like we are watching life go by instead of actually participating. I will be posting a review of this book Wednesday!