
The metal bars on the merry-go-round heat like curling irons. I sit criss-crossed at its center, the pupil of an eye.

Review by Rachel NewcombeDeath is a library with all the lights turned off. –Valencia, James Nulick An unnamed male protagonist is going to die. But before he dies, we follow him to Valencia, Spain, where he checks into the Hotel Valencia for one week. He brings just a few articles of clothing and some…