,,English translation of the Seven Minutes.”
Do opposites attract? I’ve always doubted it, but I have no idea what attracts me to Rowan Queen. He’s a cocky, pompous jock, the kind of guy you usually see at frat parties. My world consists of the basement painting room of the art department, with crumbling walls, Hitchcock’s demented films, and a life behind the camera. I avoid being conspicuous, unlike him, who catches everyone’s eye as soon as he enters a room. He’s on the floor, the spotlight on him, and I’m running underground, directly below him. But what I have been realizing is that we have so much more in common than I thought, and that he is hiding a lot under the surface. His true desires are in contrast to what his coach expects of him. But judgements are unimportant, because fate will come along and kick your ass like it did me. And I couldn’t have misjudged Rowan more…
