Why can't all pear tarts always be at least as good as Claude's?
We're not being entirely consistent with bi-weekly readings but here's a memoir for a wintery Friday afternoon - Swimming to Antarctica by Lynne Cox. If you've never read any of the New Yorker articles about her life spent swimming cold waters, try this excerpt. Or try the book! It's otherworldly.
Lynne Cox, Swimming to Antarctica
Knopf Publishing 2004
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