I open the door that Barack keeps closed to his room and enter in a warm, private space pervaded by a mixture of smells that so strongly speak of his presence, his liveliness, his habits running sweat, Brut spray deodorant, smoking, eating raisins, sleeping, breathing, Cook wrote.
Yup, that is what MY diary sounded like when I was 22. Fan fiction.
THIS line, however, is totally believable.